The Lone Wolf's Moon

Blow out the flame

Bring an endless night, steeped in darkness 

Floating in space 

No more do I try and erase 

Creased sheets, tender veins 

Broken glasses, wine stained
A quiet sound of his breath, the scent of his flesh is still raw on my skin
Unknowingly I stumble upon
Wherever the fire blazes brightest,
A moment of magic
Inside the gentle bends of a black rose

The wolf is wounded, wandering in the wilderness
Blood smears the virgin snow,
Drawn into every familiar fence, only to get cut again and again
that barbed wire, digging deeper and deeper
She can barely stand,
But she still searches for his smell
Which she remembers very well

Which she Remembers very well~


A deep grey cloud grazes past the silver moon

Did you hear him laugh, universe?

For even in the starkness of Silence, his laughter sings 

Its delicate,

 as snow brushes the earth 

Light meshed of moon and sun, gets caught
I can Even inhale it, as the air 

It makes me fly, as if I become the wind 

And it will make me Dance,
until life's bass-line stops

Yet, it can slice as if it were a steel sword
As fire it can melt, billowing like a dragon's roar
Countless arrows it can bury deep
Bleeding, barely breathing


Maybe he is only the Madness of stars

or perhaps just the echoing loneliness of the moon in my window,
There is No control 

Infront of such immense black beauty
I surrender 

Tell them you came and saw, 
and looked into my eyes

Make no mistake, When mighty Winter comes
The howling will have begun,
and as the long night descends, one must not forget

No matter the holes in her soul,  The lone wolf still has claws

As long and sharp as yours
As long and sharp as yours