What was the story of the wolf and the moon?
It plagued and worried me so.
Why was it peculiar?
That each time she shone in her Coming of age, he howled like there was no tomorrow.
Had he missed her exceptionally so?
Had she broken his heart and left him all alone to his misery, only to bark at her with an aching soul for in that moment, just for a few, she could hear him, feel his pain, his loneliness. For only she understood the loneliness that lived inside of him.
Sadly, fate had woven their destinies. For how long had he howled? For how many millennia had she shed her fullness?
And he'd watched from below alone,
Left to his fate. Left with nothing, but to gaze and gaze at her beauty knowing he will never be able to touch her and feel her ever again.
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PoetryA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
