The Wolf poem.
The autumn blood flows in my veins
longing
torn out of time
like a raging wind
touched
by you.
The Darkness falls
full moon rising
and the Wolf wanders on
The rain stroking my fur
like a gentle touch
But I am walking in the shades of sorrow
in shame
Why did I break that trust, why…
I plant a pain in my soul
and broke your heart
Wanders on, whit a hope that
some day
I might be that man
again.
Some day
touched by you
again
Longing
torn out of time
the Wolf wanders on…
