A chill in the air awoke him,
It was another cold night in that lonely forest,
The light that he was searching for was dim,
but he still kept his stride for the moon's light was just too hard to resist.

Though he had  thick fur, it wasn't enough to keep the cold at bay.
The brave wolf had been traveling for quite sometime now,
All this struggle based on a small glimpse of hope that he'd reach the light someday.
He stayed true to the path for he'd fallen for its glow.

Winter's bite slowly depriving his senses
He knew the costs of this journey,
and wishes that this might finally be the key
No turning back but he knows that the moon cleanses.

He had previously lost his pack to the storm,
Another beguiling sight that left him devastated
Maybe that's why he decided not to leave the forest
But the moon's rays saw his decisions altered.

He finally found himself out of the woods,
It was the first time he was  in the open fields
Seeing the moon in all its full glory,
He felt relieved, but this wasn't the end of his story.

Now he was completely unprotected from the cold.
The journey left him starving
and he thought this was where his story would unfold.
But it ends with him dying.

Legend has it that, you can still hear the ghost.
The ghost of the lonely wolf howling at the moon.
But is it to mourn what he lost?
Or to warn other travelers on the same road about the despair.

//starfishdiaries #3