The wolf’s cry

The wolf cries at night, 

his sorrow so loud,

he sings in the dark,

with a soul louder 

then the beating of my heart...

He cries to the moon,

breathes with the wind,

and smiles with spite.

Howling over the world,

that left him here all alone. 

Wanting so much more

then the moon's bright light 

on the edge of the forest 

where his home once was...

and is no more.