# Wolf Call, Wolf Cry, Wolf Shout

Author: EZRyder
Tags: Poetry, Wolf

#2 of Personal Poetry

Creation Date: March 9, 2016

Under this silver moon so bright  
There was a hope, a soul, a light  
One so pure as life could be  
Bright and full of so much glee  
  
Life would taint and marr its light  
Hurting, Burning, filling with blight  
Only hope held on to life  
Knowing of more than strife  
  
For under this moon so bright  
Twas a wolf of bright light  
Soaring, diving, flying swift  
Soul free above a body left adrift  
  
Still the wolf would call to her  
Two apart yet one whole in fur  
Cry as she might, hope never relent  
Tho her heart shouted with contempt  
  
For two apart would once be whole  
After darkness left its toll  
For light never would go out  
Always growing strength throughout  
  
Under this silver moon so high  
Followed by lights in the sky  
Born a wolf upon this soil  
Born a friend to whom I stay loyal.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/JewXJ06m
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