The Wolf

While stars are in hiding and only the moon shines brightly The lone wolf howls in the distance Beckoning his lover back to him The rains weep for the Wolf, him not able to weep for himself, is gratified by cold plunging through the mud and thickets soiling his precious coat he bays out once more Without any avail the lone wolf finds shelter in a cave, yet another dark, gloomy dwelling for him to suffer With his physical hunger gone he forgets to hunt, however the emotional craving for her warm blood drives him on for the moment By the break of day the wolf sleepless and starving finds himself unable to carry on however the abundance of mates there may be he longs for none but his late As the golden rays of morning reach his grayed, tired muzzle he reaches his finale peace a deep sleep from which he will not wake, but will forever dream of his love