The Lone Wolf

The owl’s hoot resounds

This remorseless night;

And the black bat wings

Its purposeless flight;

And as the fierce tempest

Restless growls,

The lone wolf

For his heartless mate howls.

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The night hangs heavy and the sole moon’s vanished;

In heavenly spheres burn dead stars vanquished;

In lightning’s lash, the thunderous crack groans;

Whilst the lone wolf

For his lost mate mourns.

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The birds are nested, heavenly blest; the beasts asleep at its best;

But tonight the world awakes astir in swirling mass unrest;

With collated dreams the stilled night dilate,

In the tempest, the lone wolf waits his dreadful fate.

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Now the owl’s eerie woeful hoot and the blind bat’s fretful flight

Cease to sound or flutter in the sorry black windless night;

And though the moonless world is dark, shrouded in dark despair

Still with hope, the lone wolf waits his mate in his lonely lair.

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Throughout its solitary life did the lone wolf steadfast prey; Stalking the only love it had, the love it never did betray;

And within its foolish wolfish heart, in anguish selfless pray;

To see love reborn, love long bemoaned,

In its own sole wolfish lay.

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Now it bestirs and hazily glimpses upon the snow capped mount;

The alluring vision that looms afore showing love’s glorious fount;

But alas, it’s to no avail, for the false mirage belies

And the lone wolf in its lonely den, heartbroken, lies and dies.

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It dies dreaming breathless dreams it once in sleep beheld;

Love’s furious star that shined, the star that senseless bled;

And wondering why, in its last few hours, stoic hopes fled awry

The lone wolf, in love’s lost tomb, bids it’s love goodbye.

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With silenced howls, the bat and owl from blackened night emerge;

To creak and hoot in solemn grief, the wolf’s sad soulful dirge;

And, in their ghostly requiem, they pray their mass would purge;

The lone dead wolf’s sorrow stained soul, sorrow which never ceased surge.

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And then the she wolf, from her snow capped mount, softly steeps descend;

To mourn her loss in silent tears; and then swiftly the steeps ascend;

Her snowy mount ‘bode, once more alone, from whence she first appeared Grieving the love the lone wolf held, love with the wolf disappeared.