Mina Wolf

Farrell Wolf

The Searcher's Light By Mina Wolf

Through the tangled woods, he roamed, Colin Farrell, far from home. A flashlight held within his hand, Its beam a guide across the land.

The moon hung low, a silver crest, Above the trees in whispered rest. Yet shadows danced, and branches creaked, As if the woods themselves had leaked.

For deep within, a secret lay, A white werewolf had fled the day. With eyes of gold and steps so light, It melted into the folds of night.

Colin's voice, a velvet call, Echoed soft through the forest sprawl. “Show yourself, my hidden friend, This game of chase must find its end.”

But the beast, in cunning grace, Watched unseen, concealed its face. Its heart beat fast with guarded care, Aware of Colin's searching stare.

Through brambles thick, he pressed ahead, Past mossy stones and leaves blood-red. Yet every step, the forest wove, A labyrinth of fear and love.

For Colin’s hunt was not for harm, His voice held no note of alarm. “Why do you run? What do you fear? I seek your truth; I hold you dear.”

And in the silence, something stirred, A fleeting glimpse, no spoken word. The werewolf paused, its gaze unsure, Drawn to his light, so calm, so pure.

But as the dawn began to break, The white wolf vanished, left no trace. Colin stood beneath the sky, With mystery still in his eye.

Colin Farrell and the White Werewolf By Mina Wolf Beneath a moon so vast and bright,Where shadows danced with silver light,There walked a man, both bold and fair,With piercing gaze and raven hair.Colin Farrell, with charm so wild,A rebel's heart, a poet's child.Through winds of fate, his path did wend,Where stories start and worlds transcend.In the woods, a howl did rise,A white werewolf with burning yellow eyes.Majestic beast, with fur like snow,A guardian of realms no mortals know.Their meeting sparked a tale untold,Of courage rare and spirits bold.The werewolf growled, a primal sound,But in Farrell's eyes, no fear was found."Who are you, man, that walks my land,With no weapon clutched in your steady hand?"Colin smiled, a roguish grin,"The only fight I bring is within."Through nights of frost and endless stars,They journeyed far past earthly scars.A bond was formed, both strange and true,A man, a beast, a world anew.The werewolf taught him primal lore,Of moonlit hunts and ancient war.While Colin shared with gentle pride,The dreams that burned so fierce inside.Together they roamed, both beast and man,Guardians of the untamed span.Through forest deep and mountain high,They chased the dawn and claimed the sky.So tell the tale where legends lie,Of Colin Farrell and yellow eyes.For in the dark where shadows dwell,A bond was forged that none could quell.

Moonlit Tears

By

Mina Wolf

Beneath the frost-kissed midnight skies,A she-wolf howls, her sorrow flies.Yellow eyes, aglow with pain,Glisten in the winter’s reign.Her heart, ached deep, a fractured call,She dreamed to dance at Winter’s Ball.To see the man her soul admired,But duty bound, her dream expired.A niece, so small, with fur like snow,Called out her name, and she would go.To cradle, care, and softly sing,While stars adorned the night’s cold ring.The music soared through woods so wide,But in her den, she stayed and cried.For love was close, yet out of reach,A lesson life would often teach.Yet in her heart, a flicker glows,A hope that through the dark she knows:One day, the moon will guide her there,To Colin’s side, a fated pair.

One bite can change it all

A lone howl

A serious partner

A funny partner

A loving partner

Human yet not

Wolf yet not

She follows her love where he may go

But never does she bite him

Never once does she force him to accept a fate that she was forced to do.

She loves him too much to collar him

Even the day she sees him with another woman she does nothing, says nothing

He doesn't know of her sweet love for him

Her moonlit promise of passion

She's just a friend who's always there

Woman of the night

Woman all alone

Woman In love 

In love alone

Lone Wolf

Sad Singer