The lonely wolf raised nose to the sky and decried his terrible plight
He let out a sound to pierce the night, a sound both frigid and yet bright
This paradox alone can tell the tale of one who’ll never say
To friend or foe, how do you do, dear sir?
His soliloquy freed to assault the air, a sound not despicable, no, nor fair
Roam alone dear wolf and find that solace which will free your mind
Ever lonely, yet never alone, his sound decries his mortal life
A timeline drawn as through the sand to tell his tale, his life, his woe
Brother lend me your ear, your eye doth not shed its tears
Hear the sound, hear it anon; it calls upon a lonely hour
Tales that wander the misty woods, to prey upon dear children’s fears
Lonesome meander, tooth and claw, hear the raven’s mournful caw
Yet by the by on the wind blown vales, another’s voice catches the tale
Drawn by the winds the sands of time, beat back the advance of the years
Catch the quarry, sustenance bring, or malice cut within the groove
The jowl low, the sneer held high, the mournful sound carried on the tide
Of morning come with its sweet light, breaking the wolf’s call at last on fright
Flee for darkness, flee for shade, the wolf’s call must at last abate
Or so it seemed on that bleak morn, that night’s reign had died in light
When basked the morning’s light, the wolf’s dark coat did shine so bright
With a yelp he leapt about and saw, the dew turned to steam, an end of night
The light it crept up and briefly illumined the wolf’s brethren ‘pon a distant hill
Nor more was he the lonely wolf, his charade exposed, his howl, choked
The rabbit ran, the hound dogs bayed, the wolf gave chase, the farmer dismayed
For this great sound carried away, to the ship docked in its lonely bay
The captain heard this wolf’s dark howl, but did not know it from visions on the hay
Tossed and turn by wind’s fancy, this his plea in his dark hour
The sun advanced, it’s onslaught indomitable, give light to this fell day
The captain rang his bell, hung high, the yardarms above to shade the deck
Wolf, rabbit and at last hound, all advanced in their own way, came at last to wreck
One and all upon the shore, they all fell to the ocean floor
Tumbled forth from o’er the cliff, they cascaded down amid the drift
Mixed with falls from the river bend, they calls mingled to one great sound
Carried over the morning winds, this sound the captain did not comprehend
The lonely wolf raised his head, surrounded by his quarry and his hunter
What more friends could be wished to have surround on this the end
Then these he found himself with here, he shed one joyful tear
Not the cry of sorrow before heard but a new sound he raised that morn
A call to all at last to see, you’re never alone, not you nor me.