LoneWolf
On a distant hillHe watches the pack......
His pack
As they wander through
The flatlands below
Once upon a time
He was strong and fearless
And commanded their respect
But as age became his enemy
A new alpha male has taken his place
The scars he bears
Tell of a time
When strength and dominance
Were his closest allys
And obedience ruled his domain
As time begins to slip away
He knows his days are numbered
The chill of the wind
Cuts through his once prized coat
As he gazes upon the pack one last time
From the door of another realm
He hears a soft whisper
The voice of his beloved mate
From many years ago
He longs to nuzzle her once more
His eyes fill with tears
As he closes them one final time
He opens the door
And enters
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