Lone Wolf

Over patches of ice he sneaks;
Against the chill the forest creaks
And studies carefully the path
He takes while walking off his wrath
In response to what he has done-
Then the walk becomes a run
As he tries to escape his thoughts
Of what fate has wrought
In his powerful, lonely name.
He has earned the forest's fame
And fear, solitude not a difficult task 
Despite the gentleness behind the mask 
Of hate and anger and disgust for all
Who walk and pounce and slither and crawl. 
The lone wolf has no bounds
For all quake when they hear his guttural sound. 
He needs no alpha for he answers to none-
All is silent but his panting as he runs
From everything which thinks to question his moan,
His howl all that he has while he runs alone. 
All know his teeth and all know his claws
From the one time each learnt his word was law.
He dares the beasts and he dares the fowl,
He dares all unfortunate enough to know his howl;
He dares the sea and he dares the trees,
He dares the deer and all others that see
His might and strength in his lonely frame,
His truth and power in his lonely name-
He dares them all to outrun him,
Perhaps command, challenge or whim
To fill his days with more than solitude
Or outrunning his thoughts or hunting for food. 
When all is said and all is done,
He is left with nothing left to do but run,
A sad and lonely life to come
For the lone wolf who might forever be one;
He beseeches all creatures who know his lonely name
To perhaps find the lone wolf a lone dame.