The Wanderings of the Lone Wolf Part 4-HowlingA Poem by Strike the Wolfa silent reflection for the one i've lost...Part 4- Howling
As I walk through the ever dying forest I look around observing my surroundings. The forest is as dead and deserted as my soul, a barren wasteland where no feeling but despair can reside.
A mournful howl escapes my lips and pierces the dark night air. Sending its requiem to love acroos the sky, reachin even to the gates of the Eternal Forest awakening the dead, but ah not even her voice resides here, no where can i reach her the one that mattered. I have lost everything through her. But i will stay away not for fear, but for her sake, an outcast is lower than moss.
I will stay here forever heading North wandering, wondering, mourning what has been lost. I will forever be the silent mourner the Lone Wolf.
*Somewhere in a different forest miles away* A wolf with red/orange fur and tan/gold underbelly looks mournfully out at the sky. A sound reaches her ears, they twitch analyzing the sound, "Strike?"
© 2011 Strike the WolfAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on May 14, 2011 Last Updated on May 14, 2011 AuthorStrike the WolfLand of Endless Cornfields and Forests(where else would a wolf live?), INAboutI'm a tenn aged guy who can sing, swim, do well in school, act, and hopefully write. I'm not sure if I can post fanfics here so if you want to read those go to fanfiction.net my usrname is the same as.. more..Writing
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