The Lone Wolf

Claw to pad, bone to fur,
My music was the wind’s whisper.
Lightly tread across the leaves,
Loneliness was my disease.

When sadness leaves, vengeance comes.
Fills my head with incessant hums.
Dreams clouded with heavy smoke;
The flames close around my throat.

Struck my paw against the stone
To appease the walking bones.
Disenchantment fills their eyes;
If only I could rewind time.

This is how I spent the years,
Until a rumor caught my ear.
Could I trust this fleeting hope?
Should I scale the steep slope?

The fear is blinding but I walk on;
Beyond the mountain is the dawn.
Rising slowly but there he stands;
Alone no more, he takes my hand.