• The heartbroken howl, can you hear it?
    The wolf as she cries her lonely lament
    Shrouded by moonlight, shunned by the day
    Her path through the brush she must carve alone
    No baying of kin to join in the song
    Her loss is to be sung alone
    Echoing to the hearts of all who will hear
    Of loss in its purest form
    Ghostly eyes, horizons they scan
    Winters chill will soon take the heart
    Alone, now forgotten, her song heard by none
    Gusting snows conceal her form
    To shadows edge, her path guided now
    Solitude forever her bind
    And the Lycan's lament now forever a chain
    Proof of what will never be.