Resurgance of Light
A fitting end, I think. I do believe this is the end to this particular wolf's story, although I plan to write more. I hope you enjoy.
The wolf watched
another tear,
falling from his
muzzle, wondering,
just who would ever
love him, this once
great, now broken,
one.
He had spent so long alone,
even surrounded,
so long unhappy,
even smiling,
so long dead,
even breathing...
He looked up,
into the blinding light.
"Who's there...?"
he tried to demand,
as he once would,
instead coming out
as a plea.
His heart surged
back to life again.
Was this the light,
the one he had sought
for so long...?
The one that...?
His mind raced,
terrified and elated.
He felt it all returning,
the company,
that was lost to lonliness,
the smile,
lost to pain,
the breath,
lost to the end...
This was it. What he had searched for.
And journeys end in lovers meeting.