WHERE ARE YOU, OH MY SOULMATE?

A/N: When you read this poem, you must imagine a lean lonely wolf searching for another wolf.

Where are you, oh my soulmate?
It has been decreed by fate
That we pace lands of love and hate
And meet at last when it is late.

Where are you, oh my soulmate?
Sunset – the moon is sedate
Meet me at the iron-forg’d gate
Where the pale forsaken souls wait.

Where are you, oh my soulmate?
Fortune is hard and irate
But my strong hope is my breastplate
And we will meet, oh my soulmate.