As the wolf mourns..

I've retrieved the sign on the sky,
riding the twilight of my guide.
Laying here watching over her.

You, beautiful moon.
Watch over my deep sorrow.
I'm not afraid of cold, starving nor loneliness,
care of myself.

Forgive me to fall into the deep side of my dusted heart, and forget what it means to be wild and proud.
Search over the infinite and vast howl, so deep that lungs may breach the inner strength of this wolf soul.

It might be, as it could have been long before.
But i've felt it so, as the frostbitten as the Lighting hits the woods.
Don't harm the night with your voice, because i've set a long and desperate cry.
As the wolves can do, as they've done before and they will.

So deceit has come to me many times, just let's face it...
Maybe a nice greeting, as the red and desirable red lips of your lust.
Summonable souls of tempting and despair.
Be gone or lost your mind.

I've lost even more than that.
So i wander in this scorched land of cold and rust.

Howl free mighty wolf, which lives in me.