The Ballad Of White Wolf Poem by Marko Mohac

In the ancient night,
Behind the hills of life,
Deep in the forest of eternal dark,
Can you hear the cry of might

The balad of white wolf,
Echoes through night.
As he calls out moon,
To hear his wrath.

And every creature leaves its path,
To listen with the stars,
This burden of a lonley mind,
This song of a broken heart.

The life is leaving me,
This routine's killing me,
Everything is just so wrong.

The wounds don't seem to heal,
This pain is far too real,
How do I still stand strong?

Do you hear me endless sky
Sings the wolf on loud
How much more I must take
I shall stand, I will not break

In the ancient night,
Behind the hills of life,
Up on the sky, sudently, there is a light,
And the wolf closes his eyes.

It is over, I had enough...