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
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