A peculiar moon rose in the sky, the last night we were together, him and I. The black wolf sat in the corner, staring at everything with its blank yellow eyes I had miles to walk and it felt like years until the sunrise. I kept going, with a rose in my teeth, a pirate on a sea of soil The wolf came behind me, I could hear the patter of his feet but just barely because he is a hunter and is used to walking quietly. After some time had passed which I could tell by the angle of Orion in the sky I came upon a small stream and glanced into it and took a bath in my reflection my ego rising like the moon my face wet and stoic. The wolf stared at me, unmoving. I dried off and kept going through the brambles of the night when we came to thistles and swamp too thick to move through I closed my eyes and said a prayer and rode the wolf like a Pegasus into the darkest corners of your soul. There I held a mirror to you. Do you see your face? Your shoulder? Your jaw? I set the mirror down. I began t...