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Journeying through silent meadows
Haze filled night with a harvest moon rising
Winds pierce deep like remembered loneliness
As a thousand trees moan in icy wind
A lone wolf howls for his absent mate
Valleys quietly echo memories
Silence, so loud, deafening
From Mountains, the wolf arrives
Searching for his reason to live
To help ease his soulful yearning
Memories, when he led the chase
The Pack, his kindred abandoned
Driven away, by what was unexpected
Is he truly alone, incomplete and hollow?
His heart hungers for absent passion
Moonlight cleaves the choking mist
Pathways appear, some traveled before
Scents linger, teasing on the gentle wind
Muscles stretch while lungs draw deep
Daring to live he howls in challenge