Lupine Lament

The lone Wolf cries to the Moon at night

He wanders in shadows in search of his light

The Wolf emerges from his lonesome den

To brave the frontier and begin again

His wounds of old have cut him deep

Memories unravel and make him weep

He seeks a place to rest and slowly unwind

To open his heart and clear his mind

He finds his solace, bathed by the Moon

Her luster encases him, a sacred cocoon

He basks in her glow, his belly exposed

His tail falls limp, and his eyes start to close

But out in the open, the Wind hits his face

He startles and recoils from an unknown embrace

The Wolf smells danger, a change in the air

So he retreats to his shelter; back to his lair

The Moon returns, awaiting his nightly call

She shines brightly above, boldly bares all

Her arms stretched open for the Wolf's return

In search of his Moon; his natural yearn

Maybe she's foolish to wait for his cry

Night after night, as she graces the sky

But no howl is heard, as the Wolf remains

So her radiance dims and slowly she wanes

The Moon succumbs to the dark; consumed whole

Overtaken by sorrow; crippling her soul

Alas, don't fret, for her darkness is brief

She always emerges after shedding her grief

Wolves may howl and cry out to her light

She may shelter these beasts night after night

The Moon will survive and outlast us all

Regardless of hearing a wounded Wolf's call

Waxing or waning; she vanishes and reappears

For she knows her gifts outweigh her tears

When you look to the Moon, and find her above

She's either hoping or grieving for her lost love

And sometimes you'll hear the lone Wolf's lament

Crying out for his Moon, his lost luminescent.