Winter, to Spring, to Summer, to Autumn.
My world continues to change
As time continues to snap at my heels
I am not what I once used to be
But my time is not over
My family will live to prosper.
I swear my being on it.
Food is scarce in the Winter.
The elements are harsh enough
Without having to dig out something
Which will help sustain my mate and children.
But I suppose that I am lucky
Since the beasts with guns wearing the skins of my brethren
Do not dare to follow where we go through the snows veil.
Soon my time will come to an end
But until this time surfaces with the sun
I will continue to watch over my pack.
The adole
Oh the howling beast, crying to come out,
With anger and with rage, it starts to shout,
Dominating, controlling my every movement,
I am but the lonely, wandering, beastly decent
Craving for the touch upon your soft neck,
My eyes are blurry, I have to double check,
For the howling beast within, crave for your hand,
Loosing my self control, I have to follow it's demand,
Looking for you, the lonely beast and the lost beauty,
Is it all just an surreal dream, just an realistic fantasy?