The Lone Wolf's Cry

A lone wolf, like the weary sun,

wanders the darkness, seeking what he cannot name.

He rests in open meadows, yearning for an easy end,

yet when the sun rises, he roams once more—free and alone.

That loneliness has given him strength,

to stand alone, unshaken by betrayal’s weight.

He seeks no throne, no place in a pack,

only solitude—his chosen track.

Yet he wanders, searching for a missing piece,

something to mend the void within.

He has heard the cries of his fallen prey,

but feels no remorse—perhaps a curse,

destined to roam alone, forever astray.

When dawn fades and night unfolds,

wrapping the empty land in its dark embrace,

he looks to the lonely moon and asks,

"Are you alone, too?"

If you are, then let us spend the night together,

I will howl for you—

so shine your silver light upon my mane.