Have you ever wondered,
why the wolf howls at moon?
Is it because of a love squandered,
that had ended so soon?
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The lone wolf climbs the mountain,
sits and stares at the dark sky,
waits to see the moon with pain
embedded and shouting in his cry.
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The wolf, no matter the weather, waits,
Beyond the clouds wishes to glimpse
The glowing beauty that never abates,
Longing for the light to touch his lips.
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The beast cries and howls all night,
wishing for the glowing moon to hear,
the sounds of his unending fight,
The moon unhearing, he sheds a tear.
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Snow, wind, sun and dust came,
the wolf stayed on the same place,
Looking and seeking someone to blame,
for the distance that divides him and grace.
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Whatever the form the moon may hold,
the wolf endures and waits to see.
His undying love echoes a thousand fold,
You will hear his howls wherever you be.
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The moon then shows her gracious light,
showers the wolf with hope and love,
Her beauty inspires his endless fight,
Gracing him with blessings from above.
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The Wolf and The Moon
A poem by Matthew Spades