A Lonely Wolf

He sits atop the midnight mountain, looking out at the grass
Lonely and bleeding this wolf hides from his past

His howls and cries they echo from atop to the moorland shore
He's wounded, bruised and battered crouching on the floor

Alone he lies there faintly breathing, don't know how long he'll last
A scared and confused wolf, running from his past.

The clouds they gather above him, blocking out the moon
His only hope for redemption, will all be gone soon

The angry rain upon him, adding to the pain
A lonely wolf that's wounded will never be the same

His moans of anger and anguish, is drowned out by the sound of the tiny raindrops falling
Hitting the cold hard ground

He gives into his destiny, letting go of all the shame.
A lonely wolf unmoving will never be here again.