Dark are the forests where the wolves dwell, <br />Deep is the snow to hide bloody tracks, <br />Your soul is one of those empty shells, <br />You howl in the night, but no one howls back. <br /> <br />You possess the might, sharp fangs and your claws, <br />The hunger for flesh fills your gleaming eyes, <br />You hunt, and you catch, your feast will be raw, <br />In blood you were born, in blood you will die. <br /> <br />The pack that was your, now leaves you behind, <br />Vengence you seek with a flame in your heart, <br />No flame in your eyes, you are lost and blind, <br />And the sorrow after youth tore your soul apart. <br /> <br />Lying in the snow, you are ready to die, <br />As the howling wind sings your last lullaby.<br /><br />Max Corvus Tenebrus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wolf-s-lullaby/
