The lone wolf sings a song of sadness,
full of torturous yearning madness.
He cries to the Heavens, Gods and stars,
to beg for mercy in a love like ours!
But there is nothing to be done.
My heart is not a prize that can be won…
For as the Moon, I’m bound to the Night,
a war of darkness, we cannot fight.
So across the divide,
our souls violently silently scream…
Forever loving the other in the shadows
of our passionate dreams.
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