The wind blew and the caves howled.
The crashing waterfall was silent and the silent plains screamed.
The dead heart beats and the still lungs breathe.
Nothing happens in the world that never sleeps.
The deer creeps on the grass as the wolf creeps on the deer.
The lone ear sits, never will it hear.
I stand on the water and the water stands on me.
Noisy are the streets of this silent town.
A child runs loud in the dead of the air.
I turn to go after him but it stands there.
The shadow of my enemy frozen in the burning sun.
Does he see me while I'm invisible?
Does he smell my nonexistent scent?
Does he hear my closed mouth?
My buddy taps me.
The shadow is moving.
Its arms raise with something in them.
My buddy looks at me with horror filled eyes.
I look at the shadow of my enemy and it's gone.
The little boy stands there, a rocket on his shoulder.
A tear runs down his cheek and he pulls the trigger.
I throw myself on my buddy and everything goes red.
I stare as my body gets smaller and I'm ascending.
My buddy is over me, trying to shake me awake.
I don't wake up and everything goes black.

The ground is frozen with white solid that turns to wet.
The branches snap and the twigs scratch as the trees howl in the wind.
In the distance a cry splits the cold night.
The lone wolf sings of the trouble in his world.
The frost has taken his puppies.
The missing prey have defeated his mate.
Sorrow is the melody of his song.
Listen as his tears are his words.
The pain he feels are his notes.
His heartache is his music.
The lone wolf sings for all to hear.
His words speak of running free in the wind with his children.
His notes tell of his memories of playing and loving with his mate.
His music plays the heartbreak of losing them all.
And so all hear,
The lament of the wolf.