The lone wolf dies alone,
In the moonlight with a shallow moan.

But the wolf will survive,
In a pack he will stay alive.

The lone wolf has been looking for a place to die,
In caverns low and mountains high.

The lone wolf found a mate,
On an inconspicuous date.

He will thrive in the night
And suffer in the day.

The tainted blight
Is urged to slay.

The lone wolf won’t die alone.
He’ll die in her arms.

The End

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