Lonely wolf



The cold has come

 Among the forest,

One by one

The snowflakes fall,

All small creatures

Begin to shiver,

As the Lonely Wolf

Is on the prowl.

Living ruthless

 Lonely soul,

Scouring woods

For a reward,

Punishing every mistake

Of a reckless living thing.

Every night

Among the bushes,

On the memories

Will sleep,

Leaving tears

 Of forgiveness,

From the tired

Freezing eyes.