the lone wolf cries an old man's tears, having just have lost his lover. falling down like a dreary rain heavier than no other. a black patched sky with sparks of gold, give rise to the lone wolf's tales of old. he wanders free unburdened now except for grief which weighs him down. remembering nights spent curled up tight with cub and lover both alike. his den of peace holds nothing now but love bleached bones of memories drowned. he finally lies upon the ground curling deep inside himself, forgetting life and all its pain fading into the death's dark way