mists begin to cloud the land
and the moon reach it's full extent
on a hill overlooking a vast canyon of snow
a wolf grin to above, to the moon he firmly adore
startled by the presence of stars enmeshed around
he howled so fiercely
so fierce until it heard like a cry
then his eyes were stained red
so red until it looked like it was burned
he could be looking out there for her
all of this time he could have been missing her
so long but she never came
but faith never grow weary nor shaky
no idea what it's about, no one can recite
is it hatred or is it yearning for something
the craving just won't end
once a swift, dangerous, ravenous, and sneaky hunter he was
now stumbled and stranded in loss
getting weak in restlessness
once a warrior with reputation beyond repute
now highly infamous around these parts
all of his enemies, now prevail
he stepped back into shadow
acquiesce all glory, honor, and respect
now the wolf grows old
too old for anything
not even an annual tribute of twilight
he just end
but one thing for sure, whatever he seeks shall end
not with disappointment, but almost a relief
a remedy for the soul of the old wolf
Words by Elghafiky Bimardhika
Courtesy of : A Stranger's Note
Warm regard,
Elghafiky Bimardhika
Elghafiky Bimardhika

