Spent half my life immersed
In starlight...
Outside the windows
Of my room....
Was raised to think
Everything was alright...
But I found out the truth
Much too soon!
Oh, howl, howl,
Howl at the moon!
Oh, watch the midnight
Blue, and feel the
Lights surrounding you!
And never wonder if
You'll ever be afraid!
Oh, howl, howl,
Howl at the moon!
We find out our truths much too soon...
Oh, bring me a bottle ,
To bury my worries!
Oh, load me a pipe,
And I'll tell you a story.
A story, a story,
A terrible story,
My life for a story,
Of honor and glory.
Oh, howl, howl, howl,
At the moon!
Either drunk or
Hungover, or waking
Up Blue,
We'll fight till it's over,
Till battle is through;
Till we're beaten and Bloodied,
And covered in mud,
And we march home while
Weary, and spotted with
Blood.
Oh, howl, howl, howl,
At the moon!
A poem that I wrote for some friends of mine in Ukraine and Russia who don't want to fight, but are forced to.
They love the personification of the wolf, and so I made it my job to show people how they feel.
