Lone Wolf Poem by Alaude Solus

The night with the dark skies and ice-cold air
Makes leaves of trees rustle from time to time.
Filled with the fireflies that fly with flares,
The surrounding is sounded by the chimes.

One stares at the countless stars in deep awe,
And starts to grow quite silent around here.
Stood by the mountaintops to abide laws,
One overlooks all as one is a seer.

Though the night may make one feel all alone,
One stares at the bright moon and thinks of you.
The sight of you in one’s mind can’t be thrown,
For even a while one can see your view.