Wolf

Under the moon as she holds her head high,

out in the distance he hears her faint cry,

With eyes that blaze he's come out with desire,

knowing full well that he quenches her fire.

As he stalks through the night with his body held low,

his feet run the path through the cold winter snow.

But in the still night comes a look of despair,

for a few of his own have now followed him there.

With glistening sweat, that dampens his fur,

he knew all along that they'd come to deter.

Time is of essence, they have him in sight,

and now is the time for their upcoming fight.

With sharp jagged blades that cut to the bone,

they had it in mind to show up and dethrone.

 Covered in dirt as they roll on the ground,

out of their mouths comes this harrowing sound,

And then came the whimper, she'll never forget,

if she doesn't leave now she will live to regret.

Out in the mist as he takes one last breath,

it doesn't take long for his imminent death.

Through the deep forest, amongst the tall trees,

a wolf keeps on running, along dampened leaves.

But soon on a hill standing under the moon,

she'll have her two sons that will join with her soon.