• L'hiver

    It feels as though I pay
    for every breath I take
    with a cup of my soul's
    blood, it's spirit energy.
    All around me is deathly white
    and colder than my frozen heart.
    Nothing lives here but me,
    for my pack has exiled me.
    Due to my sudden great iniquity,
    they've sentenced me to the life
    of a lone wolf, a rogue.
    A life of emptiness and misery.

    Yet I refuse to lay down
    in the snow to die,
    though I sense no escape from this dungeon
    which grows drearier with every step I take.
    Knowing always that I cannot
    be forgiven,
    I keep trudging through the forest,
    searching for tommorrow
    whilst being stuck in yesterday.
    So far,
    my search has been in vain.

    I growl to the sky.
    The moon and stars are hidden,
    hidden behind dark clouds.
    My guiding lights are gone,
    leaving my soul in darkness.
    I howl in anguish;
    sending all my pain and sorrow
    to the moon and stars.
    My prayer to God's son and his angels,
    far in the distance,
    who have all refused to shine for me.


    Le Printemps

    My breaths still catch
    in my throat.
    A aching tension has
    filled the emptiness in my soul,
    but the moon is shinning,
    ever so faintly
    through the clouds.
    Now, as my paws trod
    soft, green flora
    on a night that smells
    of jasmine and pine,
    my eyes soften more and more
    with each glance I spare
    to the moon and his stars.

    I bay to the sky,
    pleadingly,
    expecting answers,
    looking for reassurance,
    and praying for forgiveness.
    Slowly the clouds part,
    revealing a sparkling
    crescent moon.
    A ray of it's light
    illuminates my lush, pink fur
    and a northern wind causes
    jasmine petals to dance around me.
    My soul smiles as I leap
    into the air.
    My heart beats quickly
    as it overflows with joy.