The Wolf Remains
She picked up the glass
Knowing it’s wrath
It’s broken like her
It was all just a blur
A tear fell down
It splashed on the ground
She grabbed hold of the shard
Now her back was scarred
Later they found her
Murdered by a murderer
As she lay along the ground,
Crimson bloom all around,
A wolf walk quietly
Padding towards her broken body
Upon his back he bore a weight
An agony he could not deflate
The life that was taken away too soon
So now he cries and sings to the moon
Her weary soul finds it's rest
No longer is she in distress
She clings to the one who helped her fight
And saved her soul that weary night
The moon she became
And the wolf remained
He sings to her still
While she peeks down of her own free will
He carries her heart
Near and far
And still she sings
To the stars
The stars sing back
The sun does too
But the wolf remains
Missing his love that was true
In agony the moon
Does still sit
While her heart
Slowly rips
And still the wolf remains
His life unchanged
For the love that escaped
And the life she did take
The secret revealed
The story told the
Pain set free
Never old
The wolf remained
As the story goes
Of the two that loved
With a passion so bold
The wolf remained
He still sang to his moon
And he would never forget
His love in the sky above
(Written with my best friend, the original Wolf ♥)
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