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“I am the lone wolf.”

I am the lone wolf who dens inside this mountain,
But this wolf only dens here for but a moment.
I traveled here from far beyond the horizon,
In exile I trod here.

I came with naught but a small bag,
To sustain me in my wanderings.
I arrived here weary and beaten down,
My head hung low as the sun lay down it’s brow.

I pass you all by in the daylight,
My eyes void of any will to fight.
I nodded to you , face to face I stood,
A simple loner like me who knows my place is good.

But alas I prowl these halls longing to run home,
T howl at the moon under the night sky as I roam.
So tonight I sit in my cave, so full of lonely pains.
For you see my friend,

For years I wandered, for years I sought,
For that home beyond that horizon that I have lost.
But now I sit here the lone wolf in this valley,
The lone soul with out an ally