Underneath sleek moonlight
Engulfed by deep blue sky
Brushed with light clouds
The howling beast sings
Paws sunk into blanket of snow
Breathing in brisk fresh air
Invisible magic and floating spirits
The howling beast loves
Amidst the creation of God Himself
Living in a portrait an artist conjured
A fantastic wonderland of utter elation
The howling beast come to lay
A paradise on earthly clay
A hint, a peak, of what lies ahead
He stands in a trance
Hardly believing there's more beauty
He does not care what he left behind
Out of site is out of mind
He lives in the moment frozen in time
But heaven, they say, is far more sublime
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