Ian McArthur - Arctic Wolf (Original Version)

The arctic wolf that runs alone
Light on the frost, skin and bone
Lives by a melancholy tone
It has nothing softer than stone
Last of a family it has never known

The arctic wolf lays her hide
In the den of those who have all died
Every night, prayers to the moon are cried
For its pains, a friend, a guide
But it does not listen.

The arctic wolf is driven on
gray bolt across the freezing dawn
Starvation has it played, its little pawn
Beat of paws on endless crystal lawn
Nothing. Noting at all.

The night brings in a more cruel cold
Again it pleads, again its told
The emptiness has an icy hold
the hurting heart begins to fold
The arctic wolf, soon only mould.

Ian McArthur

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