Take a walk through the woods, but be wary my friend.
One never knows what lurks round the next bend.

Creatures of fantasy and myth roam free,
And beings of terror bring nightmares to thee,
If ever you cross the pack that roams here,
You'll find that you've made enemies that have no fear.

Though we may not look alike, and we're fierce when alone,
In family, in each other, we've all found a home.

Here, the softness, others are seldom allowed to see,
And the love for people who know how to be family.
Cross one, and you've crossed all, and forgiveness is rare.
We protect our own, all of our own, just because we care.

~ Amethyst Rainfall (2/6/17)