The Moon and the wolf

To Kurt

That lone wolf, out-caste, ravaged and savaged, yet always on the prowl

Survival is all he knew, lonely and angry, ready for a fight, yet accepted his fate when the world played foul

Crazed, driven insane by solitude, yet engrossed to enhance his fortitude

Didn’t wanted favors and never expected love or gratitude

He spend each day trying to make a point

Fulfilling his lust through his hunt

Satisfying hunger was just an excuse,

To risk it all for a moment’s thrill, was where his passion burnt

The Scars in his face and flesh, you can see

The scars in his heart and mind needed empathy

Rage ravaged him out of his affection and desire

Unaware of his own passion and fire

The dark nights were easier for him

The shrouded sky masked his feeling

Illusionary fangs to make him look mean

To feel a hint of feeling was like a greasy dream

The full moon

was a different avenue altogether

The wolf admired the moon,

even though she was from a higher order

The lone wolf at times, would step out of the darkness in awe

The silvery light from her, would made his coldness thaw

She was the queen of the night, whom everyone desire

Yet, none of them desired her with his intensity or fire

Yet he knew, that a queen deserves a king

His outcaste blood was not her thing

Still he howled at the full moon often with an unending longing

An un-promised dark unfulfilled desire that made him cry and sing

They were of different places

They were from different races,

He was from the lowest moist dense place of sorrow

She was the fair ruler of the far off night sky, whom he can only follow

                                                                                                                                                                ~~~Roby