A wolf left out in the cold,
fed the last scraps,
no matter how old.
he could be free... perhaps.

one day a she wolf wandered past,
green eyes that mesmerized,
he hoped different from the last.
it was her beauty he realized.

wolfia turned to be her name,
his heart of ice soon burned,
and wished her harness his flame,
he'd be there, whene'er she'd turn.

"if you were the moon, i'd howl for ye."
he said with passion in his voice.
she turned her head away from he
forget his flame... he had no choice.

he then wandered, with heavy heart,
past dragon, fox, and fire the same,
nothing that he passed did start,
come even close to feeding his flame.

he wandered and then yet he saw her,
near another, locked in his flame.
the first wolf watched, and almost sure,
she's like the others, just the same.

he knew this wolf would be no good,
the first wolf watched with an icy chest,
he knew, intervene, its what he should,
but found that nature did the rest.


He wished to aid her, he truly did,
he'd care for her, no matter what,
the tears on her face, he wished to rid,
but he felt only inside his twisted gut.

wolfia never saw the pain he felt
not the wounds, the howls or cries
not the crimson blows she dealt.
he hid it well beneath his lies.

the wolf by which went many a name
alexei, lucian, wolfffay too,
felt he should forget his flame.
the act of which, he'd never do.

he vowed to watch her, care for she,
love and cherish what all they had,
hoping for just what might be,
he'd be there for her, the good and the bad.