I walk across this frozen wasteland.
My lone tracks the only flaw marking the surface of the snow.
By day I curl up in a crevice,
Letting the snow drift down,
Down,
Down...
It covers my body,
Leaving me in a cave of snow.
I sleep, preserving my energy.
When dusk falls, I stand.
Shaking off the days' snow, I start off.
My only company is the few stars in the sky,
And the ever-constant moon.
I pause in my journey,
Throwing my head back,
Letting all the sorrow and mourning
Pour from me.
I howl my loneliness to the moon,
For he understands.
The sound of my sorrow travels out,
Out,
Out...
It echoes back to my alert ears.
Once again, no answer.
It's been like this for a while,
The silence, save my mournful voice.
But I've not forgotten the last answer I received.
How could I?
The last time I saw others of my kind.
I cannot forget,
For they were the last ones I loved.
I am true to my nature, I would like to belong to a pack.
To feel the protection numbers offer.
To feel the satisfaction after a well organized and successful hunt.
To feel the closeness and the bond of such relations.
But they were taken from me.
One
By
One.
I enjoyed being part of a pack,
A family.
But no matter how strong and close the bond,
I could not save them.
Now I am alone.
I have no mate with which to have a litter,
Or even with which to travel.
I am alone in this vast wilderness.
Alone, save the moon and stars,
And my small, occasional meals.
I travel from place to place,
Looking for more of my kind.
But there are no more...
They have been hunted,
Poached,
Exterminated...
There is no end to my search,
No break from my path.
I wander on,
Looking.
Just walking on,
And on,
And on...
I walk alone.
I hunt and eat alone.
I sleep alone.
I am,
Alone.
Forever,
A Lone Wolf.
