The wolves of the night, <br />They give us a chilling fright. <br />They walk the path of a glorious gift, <br />Some being able to shift. <br /> <br />A wolf, what are they but creatures of the moon, <br />The music of the night, perfectly in tune. <br />Gifted the powers of the moon goddess above, <br />Given great strength and will out of love. <br /> <br />The path they walk, the path they choose, <br />Riddled with mystery with few clues. <br />The moonlight shows and the creatures dance, <br />Howling to the moon as if in a trance. <br /> <br />The dark paths they were set on, <br />A side of dark, a side of light, and the middle path of unchosen, <br />All set by the moon goddess, stuck in a game, each only a pawn, <br />Their lives set in stone, all their pieces frozen. <br /> <br />But arnt all lives planned out, <br />Everything that happens without doubt. <br />Every life in stone set out on a large playing board, <br />Some kill, some only live, some take the world in hoard. <br /> <br />Our lives, unknown to ourselves, only known by the God above, <br />Same as wolves, same as humans, same as all animals, made from love. <br />An animal, not so different from us, they need, <br />They want, they feel pain, they bleed. <br /> <br />Each and everything walking down either path, <br />Either down the dark, the light, or the undecided, <br />Some go down all, misunderstood, helpful, and wrath, <br />Sometimes a path one is going on gets sided. <br /> <br />Choose the path your on and going to go, <br />Stop doing everything, break the flow. <br />Be like a wolf, dip your feet in the dark, <br />Get time out to howl and bark.<br /><br />Evan Skora<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wolves-path/
