Song of Wolves

Nights and days he lurks around
Finds his prey, cannot be found
A deadly sign, almost divine
One from his fate cannot be unbound

Fear and hunger are his meal
Ought to die, ought to feel
Thoguh full of pride, he must always hide
Gruesome claws and heart of steel

Unclaimed kingdom, a deserted throne
An endless forest, a foul zone
A wound, a sear, but life's so dear
Soul and mind and flesh and bone

Should one run, should one flee
What would it take to set him free?
Under the empty sky one can only sigh
His only star now ceases to be

A lone wolf has many foes
And an unwritten creed of righteous laws
So close to death, one's last breath
Are you ready to face your flaws?