Wolf Call, Wolf Cry, Wolf Shout
#2 of Personal Poetry
Creation Date: March 9, 2016
Under this silver moon so bright
There was a hope, a soul, a light
One so pure as life could be
Bright and full of so much glee
Life would taint and marr its light
Hurting, Burning, filling with blight
Only hope held on to life
Knowing of more than strife
For under this moon so bright
Twas a wolf of bright light
Soaring, diving, flying swift
Soul free above a body left adrift
Still the wolf would call to her
Two apart yet one whole in fur
Cry as she might, hope never relent
Tho her heart shouted with contempt
For two apart would once be whole
After darkness left its toll
For light never would go out
Always growing strength throughout
Under this silver moon so high
Followed by lights in the sky
Born a wolf upon this soil
Born a friend to whom I stay loyal.