A lone wolf howls its last <br />The wind whips through the highrising rocks <br /> <br />The storm is coming <br /> <br />The wolf surveys its territory, no more <br />Stars reflecting in its eyes, no more <br /> <br />The Storm is coming <br /> <br />The smell of rain is thick in the air <br />Dark clouds gather overhead <br /> <br />The Storm is coming <br /> <br />The wolf turns, its goodbyes done <br />Lying on the rock, no more <br /> <br />The Storm is coming <br /> <br />Lightening flashes down, <br />Wolf no more, the deed is done <br /> <br />The Storm is coming <br /> <br />The signs are all there <br />The Storm is almost here <br /> <br />Nobody notices, nobody cares <br />The world is less one being <br />& The Storm is here<br /><br />Gold Fish<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-ashlea/
