The Wolf's Genesis Poem by Mouad Nass

Not all roses will wither when autumn is near;
For spring will return, casting away fear.
Even in darkness, the dawn finds its way,
Shining with hope at the break of the day.

Though life broke me, scattered my soul,
I rose from the ashes to conquer my goal.
A golden shot through the storm, I persist,
Refusing to fade, I claw and exist.

The older I grow, the deeper I fall,
Into shadows that whisper and endlessly call.
Oh, my people, was it talent divine,
Or sorrow eternal that sparked this lifeline?

I tremble with fire, like heat in the snow,
Melting the frost with a radiant glow.
Each word I release sets hearts ablaze,
Lighting the path through life's winding maze.

I still remember the sting of deceit,
Life and my people knocking me off my feet.
But the wounds they carved, sharp and unkind,
Forged a wolf with a resolute mind.

Now I prowl through the world, fierce and free,
Bound to no master, just loyalty to me.
Through the seasons of pain, my spirit endures,
A wolf with a howl, unbroken and pure.