The lone wolf ...

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The lone wolf moves silently
all he leaves behind are his imprints
a drop of red blood falls
frozen in the snow
from a broken heart
his mate long gone


Soft Snow flakes tumble to the ground
carried from up above
tall silver Birch
standing with their feet in snow
dry brittle leaves fallen
leaving the trees standing bare
like ghosts in the distance

a full moon shining through bare branches
reflecting on an icy pond
cold and unforgiving
silhouette of young wolves hunting
coming closer trailing
the scent of fresh blood

sounds of a lone wolf
howling to the moon
piercing the silence
with his heart ache