Beyond the world,
into the forest of old...
A wild beast roams....

Tragedy has robbed it of human life,
Only becoming it inner self..
The Archaic...
Wolf.

As the storm draws within the town,
It watches the surrounding prison of mortals,
Who are unaware of its presence.

With a howl of might,
The gunfire rings out.
Two wolves run blindly towards their ****.

One of pure white and blue eyes stains with blood,
The other limps away injured.
Together they roam away,
To the den where their pups wait.

The white wolf known as Azul whimpers to her mate,
Worried for his dear life that slowly slips away.
Her heart is archaic and knows the end draws near,
As her black wolf passes on from this world.

Pain lingers in her heart,
Making her regret the start.

Anger then boils with agony,
As she howls to the thundering sky,
The pups join her ringing and soon,
another pack in the distance joins in the sad chorus.

The Archaic heart of a wolf,
Can not be turned to stone,
Even if the mate dies alone.

One day they will be together again,
As human as can be,
Surrounded by the roses of red,
And stems of green.

One day,
All humanity will pay.
For taking away her heart,
Her love,
Her mate.