A blue, crisp, cold, wild, wolfish eye
In mourning fills the moon-filled sky
As wolfish soul gaze’s at moon-mirror
Wishing for a night that’s clearer


On this cloudless night


A sliver silver, crimson burning
A night when sun and moon are yearning


To be one


Then wolfish guile masks in song
His while borne in looking long
Staring at the faceted glass
The wolf is wishing moonless past
For shame
In his reflection found
He as he
Stepped, staring
At the moonless sky