Howling to you

Wandering the barren wasteland
Searching for a forest
to call home

For so long I howled
And waited to hear an echo return

Fighting to survive
Tooth and claw, losing myself
A mask of blood on my maw

I traveled far and wide
Singing a melancholy song
To the North Star

Beyond the hall of mirrors
Through the broken glass
I smashed

To find the call
Of voices in the air
To join in harmony
At last

The End

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