Restless are the ocean waves
that battle for the land.
Their struggles are so timeless
against the grains of sand.
...
When all a summer's meadow sleeps,
their howls will fill the air
and high upon a rocky bluff,
the wolves will guard their lair.
...
Submerged within this peaceful sea
where quiet death has crept.
The surface shimmered above me
from tears as Angels wept.
...
I heard the howling of the wind
across the drifted snow.
It's icy chill and loneliness
had nowhere else to go.
...
Hungry, are the wolves that stalk
a winter's frozen lake.
Howling such unearthly sounds,
and keeping us awake.
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