Is there anything more mournful
Than the woeful cry of a lonely wolf
Perched upon the hilltop
Breathing missives to his loyal pack.
Doubtful his initial plaintive howl
Is going to be enough,
Repeat, repeat, repeat again
Until the answer echoes back.
Bring the coven back together
In their commonality.
Strength in numbers,
Deadly forecast,
One mindset where all agree.
On the prowl with silent footfalls,
Swift the pathway moves aside.
Senses keen in search of quarry.
Woe to all in their domain.
Those who tempt their fickle fate
Discover there’s no place to hide,
And in the end the wolf cry
Is the only thing that will remain.
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