A lonely rhyme stung the dark
in a verse so solemn, the sky wept.
We heard screams to the heavens so
shrill wails were begging,
for her answer and return
The wolf still screams.
The lone wolf howled to the moon an
Anthem so loyal, his lover turned white.
His howling never brings her back, only
Makes their longing worse yet:
She’s bound to the sky like he to the night;
Two loving souls cursed for the dark