sorrow's breath, never cease to sing
in the falling half-light
mournful dancing
ever in the shadow.
Darkened moon with starry tear
gaze upon the lonely world
as night flies ever onward
a bird of blackened coal.
The wolf with the eyes of bleak water
and fur of silent, silver lightning
treads to meet it's quarry
and leaves no tracks to follow.
And empty sea above
swirling on, to endless dark
vast and barren still
filled with the silence of death.
As a net, or shaft
from hunter's bow
so the wolf, held within it's shadow
to flee with the wind of dawn