Disappointment
Like a shattered window in the night
A wolf does move through blight
To search and search and search again
Until it finds what it needs
To live is to die
To die is to live
Forever alone in the unchanging winds
Hoping to find what is most desired
Only to see it burn to ashes
Within an instance of your sight
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