2The Spirit of a Wolf
In the prowess of the untamed wild
Dancing in the once cold world's embrace
On a night so lonely and desolate
With a song so mournful and drear
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His golden eyes shining with the light
Of past days and nights of the boisterous hunt
Wolves of red, of gray, of time-left dire
An ancient beat to their flying steps
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His pelt flowing with the autumn shadows
Wisdom built on many days of yesteryears
Paw steps heard by only those who will listen
To a faint call that runs with the pack
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A world so cold to a man's gentled touch
A song that serenades only the dying day as it ends
A spirit that spins the nature of imagination
And a heart that will never belong to another