The Lone Wolf (Part One)
I hear him in the distance,
Singing his nights song,
Is he across the fence,
Or perhaps somewhere I've never gone.
I've seen him late in the night,
Sitting alone in the woods beneath the silvery moon,
Truly a beautiful sight,
It is enough to make you swoon.
He sings his lonely song,
Such a desperate cry,
The sound of a king having been dethroned,
The sound of dieing inside.
He continues his lengthy travel,
Never giving up the search,
His heart begins to slowly unravel,
If necessary he will continue to the end of the earth.
Kayla M. Brown
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