Wolf's blog: "Poetry"

If ever to believe old chivalry's lore Each has a true love, as said written before Through each trick of romance, I search for more A woman not yet met, but still adore Time goes by and I cannot see How an unknown face let's thoughts roam free And I know for sure the things she'd be But I do not know if she waits for me Curiosity shows me the door To the place I met her before A woman not yet met, yet still adore Torture of unknown, but I beg for more

Long forgotten lies the face of all those days I can't take back and here I lie within the mind that speaks only in the loss of love. Yet forever will I try to find The times where life left me to crawl Of all the things I never saw It's in your face I am most withdrawn Though I walk in shadow now I see the guiding light you bring And everything left as I call your name I try to grasp what I can't take back And find only my loneliness Though still I draw from the hope I dream And still I crave that smile Because some day you'll return And in my arms you will be lost in the warmth in that I provide.

There was always the dance, swirled about a silver champagne dream lofted high above the salty taste of this world. The gold and green of the glory of each spin was a bound across pure joy, a warm hug of grace with every step to the enchanting song, and it comes the moment you close your eyes. Yet, per twist, on came the maze of rust walls fighting the beauty of the ever-blissful paradise in the mind, but the goal was bright and lit the way, for at the end was her kiss, and in itself was the dance that led you there to the song that only you could hear. There was always the dance, brought in and to the misty utopia, and you ride there...in her perfect smile.

Story of a Guardian Angel A deathly grip, strong as a ship With sixteen sails unfurled Lies on my heart, I'm torn apart And around my mind is curled An angel's bind, cruel and unkind That reveals a tragic plot A romance act, stopped by the fact That you are real and I am not I cannot win, for my presence is thin Like the face of a playing card I cannot see, how can it be? How can I love the soul I guard? I cannot walk, or even talk Like those of flesh and bone But I can cry, for soon you will die And I will be alone

Wolf in the Shadows Hearing the rabbit's deafening cry Knowing it was about to die It ran from me by the moon's pale light Still I chased in the froth of rage Enticed of shredding soon to wage Still fueled of the sport of the unfair fight Am I chasing or running away? Am I the hunter or am I prey? Yet not from this rabbit did I question so Still there's something stronger yet My target in front I oft forget As the nag of my pursuer draws to and fro The midnight horse has come for me As bullets rip my leg in three One less Wolf to chase the hare I collapse in charge to grind the ground Numbness now felt all around And the midnight horse left me lying there I look up into the moon Feeling my time had come to soon Feeling I should have had that one last kill Death has taken over now The rabbit lives to hear my howl As they come for me and I know they will Lame of leg, unable to flee The hunters watching over me They smile more to my desperate cries As one pulls a silvery knife I let go of my fading life And ever slowly I close my eyes There in chaos of that day I knew the horse was coming my way But still in pursuit I refused to fail The shadows are a part of me It's in death where I'm most free Come to me, midnight horse, come drive that nail