Cry of The Lone Wolf


 At Nighttime

The Lone Wolf strides

Up the mountainside

To Reach Before Midnight

Standing Upon a Cliff

Inches from the edge

Looking at the Rift

Bravely and swift


Winter is near

The increasing fear

the pack will thrive

the lone will die


Upon the moon

A shouting cry

the hunt is soon

Will I survive?


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