Lonely wolf howling your sorrowful song
beneath the quiet moon reigning far high,
what in this world could commit such deep wrong
that has weakened your spirit as you cry?
A monstrous beast roaming the black night
as the tales are told, but you fare no harm,
sprawled wearily atop the barren hill sight
while passersby scream judged alarm.
Knives, guns, and traps they bring to sever fear,
though not once have you taken lethal bite,
yet in their eyes ravenous you appear,
and so fatality finds your wounds trite.
Laying beneath a starry sky bleeding,
without the companion you were needing.
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