The Winds of Discontentment

Through the valleys and the canyons come the sounds of the wolf howling. His cries seem the sound of discontentment is it that something must die so that he may live. The wolf cries alone tonight helplessly he cries, for after all he is but a wolf. In the valleys and canyons of mans soul there is a secert place that he calls himself. From there come the unheard sounds of his discontent howling in the night.. The sounds in his ear seem but an echo and the light from which he seeks his clarity is a time already passed. Man cries alone tonight with a helpless cry of agony for after all he is only a man.