Synapse
October 21st, 2008, 06:05 PM
The Lone Wolf and The Lonely Man
Howls echo trough out the bitter cold night,
Snow chilling through warmth less fur right to the bone,
Muzzle tingles with frost's bite,
A wolf without a pack, alone.
Chattering teeth keep in time with a fires crackle,
Deep slow breaths form fog within the amber lit air,
Coldness emptiness from head to ankle,
A man alone, thinking this world unfair.
Drawn to the beacon of flames,
The wolf takes a chance,
With small cautious steps toward his aim,
To be near the fire, in a moth like romance.
An eye opens yet no words are spoken,
The heart races within the chest,
From slumber the man is woken,
Full of fear and anxiety, not feeling at all his best.
Both stare in to each others eyes,
Docile and weary they both seem,
As they let there fears pass into the endless skies,
They huddle together, as the fire beams.
A wolf without a pack,
Who has found comfort,
With a man in a canvas sack,
Not alone anymore, something he always a sought.
A man who was alone and sad,
Who has found a furry friend,
Now who is full of glee and is glad,
He is no longer alone, now the loneliness is at an end.
(C) Synapse 2008.
Howls echo trough out the bitter cold night,
Snow chilling through warmth less fur right to the bone,
Muzzle tingles with frost's bite,
A wolf without a pack, alone.
Chattering teeth keep in time with a fires crackle,
Deep slow breaths form fog within the amber lit air,
Coldness emptiness from head to ankle,
A man alone, thinking this world unfair.
Drawn to the beacon of flames,
The wolf takes a chance,
With small cautious steps toward his aim,
To be near the fire, in a moth like romance.
An eye opens yet no words are spoken,
The heart races within the chest,
From slumber the man is woken,
Full of fear and anxiety, not feeling at all his best.
Both stare in to each others eyes,
Docile and weary they both seem,
As they let there fears pass into the endless skies,
They huddle together, as the fire beams.
A wolf without a pack,
Who has found comfort,
With a man in a canvas sack,
Not alone anymore, something he always a sought.
A man who was alone and sad,
Who has found a furry friend,
Now who is full of glee and is glad,
He is no longer alone, now the loneliness is at an end.
(C) Synapse 2008.