Lone Wolf

Out of the thousands of pines
Covered in blinding ivory white
There stands one wolf, alone.
But his heart moves with time.

Evermore the wolf dances in winter flakes gracefully.
He splashes is spring pools ingratiatingly forever.
All though time he pranced movingly in the summer shine.
Flopping beautifully through the leave of fall indefinitely.
But his part will never be remembered...

Who's heart will beat with his?
For one woman and one man
does not always equal happiness.

For i prefer the ever lasting truth
Of the relationship, even as the simplest glimpses
Because fakeness is never forgiven
Like the regrets of the sinning Gods

But even through love was prophetic for him
His heart forever ached due to the darkness in his eyes.
He cries into the night in memory of his unborn children
For Death was certainly stalking his shadow.

Oh why does Moses desire freedom
When, like the wolf, he too is beaten and enslaved.
By the very savior that sent him
Into the death  of never ending hell.

In the end men will rise as servants to Luna
And brothers to the wolves that do cry to her for the end
As their soul curl to her whim they will remember the beginning.

For the Big, Bad Wolf was not so bad
And like her cloak your soul will be stained red
For your taxing sins against they brethren.

Wolves may feed on sheep
But only for life
While men feasts
While their celestial brothers and sisters suffer hungering death.

But even though power swirls around him
He stands depending on the night to survive
Inside the pines he sits and waits for you.