Lone Wolf
sniffs the air.
Moonlight glare
reflects
across his yellow-eyed stare.
He senses danger.
Humans.
Getting nearer.
He fears
their fierce manner,
he hides,
but more than that.
He fears the darkness,
the long cold hands of time
and their chilling
embrace of emptiness.
He looks up
and gives
a lonesome growl,
towards the shining moon,
he sees prowling high.
He howls,
"It's OK for you up in the sky,
with your twinkling friends
by your side. I have no-one here
to stride with me in the night."
The silver moon replies,
a saddened tear in her eye,
"We are not so different, You and I.
Yes, there are others up here
but not in my sky.
They never visit,
nor send me their light
so I can witness it.
They all sit behind me,
on the dark side,
where I can't see.
So, you see, me and you
are not so different.
And my friend,
you always have someone
to walk with in the darkest nights,
I’ll always be here
to shine my light."
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