Lone Wolf

A lonely wolf, a lonesome soul, Roaming the wilderness, never whole, The moon his guide, the stars his light, He wanders on through the endless night.

No pack to call his own, no kin in sight, His heart aches for companionship, for the fight, Yet still he treks on, ever so bold, A loner, a wanderer, a story untold.

Through mountains and valleys, he roams free, A creature of the wild, a sight to see, His howl echoes through the silent air, A call for someone, something to share.

But the world is vast, and the night is long, And the wolf must keep moving, keep strong, For he knows that someday, he'll find his place, A pack, a family, a home to embrace.

"The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives." — George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

So he keeps on trekking, ever so proud, Through the darkness and the silence, he's vowed, To find his purpose, his reason to live, And with his pack, his heart to give.

And though he's lonely, he's never weak, For the wolf is strong, his spirit unique, He lives by his instincts, his intuition, And finds beauty in the solitude of his mission.

Through snow and rain, through wind and storm, He never falters, he stays true to his norm, For he knows that his journey is not in vain, That someday he'll find his pack, his family to reign.

And so the lonely wolf keeps on going, His howl a symbol of hope, his spirit glowing, For he knows that even in the darkest of nights, There's always a chance for a new dawn, new lights.