Spirit Of The Wolf
Spirit Of The Wolf
The wolf is a warrior, standing his ground
He knows when to fight, he knows where to hide
The ground is bathed in a glorious night
But his face remains enshadowed
The moon hangs up high, like a beacon of hope
Reflecting the fire in his eyes
His will is of iron, his beauty like ice
Yet his heart is of warmth and compassion
He stands with no other, but he is never alone
For the sorrowful night is his friend
He has no one to love, yet he never saddens
For his dreams will stay with him forever