A wolf walked past my street
Shimmering moon light its coat
Lost stars beaming from it’s eyes
Its heavy grace weighed me down
I know not for whom it comes
My soul prays for itself then others
The wolf walks down my street
It shimmers moonlight about it
Stars blaze where eyes wish to see
I know whom it seeks out
There is little grace among it
There only seems ghosts of that soul
A wolf was lured to my street
It shimmers within the moonlight