The Lone Wolf... And Me

The midnight breeze blows around me,
Trying to chill me to the bone.
It does not know I am already ice.
My pale fingers chill the wind itself.

I sit still on my lonely log.
A lone wolf howls at the moon.
His haunting cry seems to echo my thoughts.
“Why have we been driven to seek this place?”

Far from voices, far from humanity,
Far from the cage of civilization.
Here where I am the queen, where
I control none and none controls me.

The moon bathes me in her cold flame.
The shadows are the dark dagger in my hand.
I will not face the false cheer of the sun.
Take me, O dark night, don’t let me fall…

The wind is still mercilessly cold.
The Sol is gone, Luna returns to find
A lone silhouette still sits on the log.
And a wolf howls its funeral keening.