The shapeless howl screeches loud,
Ten thousand shadows overwhelm the realm.
The wolf takes cautious steps towards the woods,
The emerald brush sends kindness.
The wolf weeps gently behind its paw,
The pang of the unordinary and outwardly savage.
Fur of black coal and eyes of stream blue,
The wolf sighs deeply and falls to the rocks of the brook.
Deep sleep in no comfort,
Furry cheeks wet with tears,
It ponders the unjust of existence.
A spot of moonlight reveals upon him the crimson stain,
His side lets blood pass softly in lines.
The wolf sniffles quietly behind its paw,
For who would listen to only a wolf.