From white wolf to white rabbit..

The vision he beholds as he wakes from slumber.

Faster he runs as the clock speeds by.

In flight he meditates on the enormity of the task ahead.

His nerves race and heart beat paces.

But as he pictures his darling's face

He remembers it's one of life's phases

And the time shall come once more where his flight will be skyward

He makes haste onward to court 

In his heart a dream of ascendancy 

A paradox indeed for his princess holds his heart

The moment is unfrozen 

And the clock ticks till we talk again  

And the white wolf walks once more.

  

 

 

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