User:Roboflight/TheNightly/Poetry 2

In the season of leafbare,

a coldness sweps hearts.

Irritably starts,

but we cannot stop now.

Love ones move on,

yet its still fun.

Fun we are alive, fun that we love.

Fawns, deers, tigers, lions.

We are the creatures of the night.

We fight and fly, bite, and shine bright.

Ginger and white, grey and black,

We move as one.

Rejoice! The holidays have come.

White as ever, there is no cracks.

No cracks in this love I hold for you.

For I, for NightClan.

F o r e v e r i n  m y  h e a r t