Of the Dear Wolf

The wolf will howl up to the moon, over and over each night. No one knows, except the moon of course, if the wolf is all right. For nobody asks that lonesome wolf what it is that he needs. If it is, in truth, tears that he cries.. or if it is blood that he bleeds. Nobody could be concerned with him, because he prefers it that way. For he is a deer in the skin of a wolf, and wants that illusion to stay. To be seen as stronger, and fearsome, and brave, even when none of that's so... To be strong for the rest of us all... I'll never ask that of him, though. We feel safe when we see the wolf, he brings us piece of mind. He stands alert all through the night, and protects the dreams that we find. But when all is dark, and said and done, when it is time to speak with the moon... He is just a sweet deer after all, alone with a heart of gloom. For as he stands watch over us, and protects us from our frights... there is no one to do the same for him, and he is alone during those nights. So I vow to be by his side, with comfort to combat the gloom.. From today and on and forward..I vow to be the moon