In another world, the wolf howls, howls up into the moons
into a fire red sky, on top of the mountains overlooking the dunes
pine forests silhouette the backdrop of snowy peaks
the eyes of the wolf, her burning eyes sweep
across the lands and the bright burning town upon the ground
within the inn, the stranger gets another round
his lips curl and his brow folds, marking lines so bold
as he hears the story of the grey wolf told
about a beast so slick and shrewd
and a character of spontaneous moods
the stranger had come far a field to slay the creature
he had travelled all the worlds, but now faced his greatest adventure
the howl he heard as he went in search of the howl
was a new sound, it felt warm not foul
could these villages be wrong, maybe misunderstood
although there was an uneasiness within the silhouetted wood
the howl of the wolf came nearer and he knew he must
kill the beast, but he felt not his usual blood lust
the cry into the pale red moons, sounded too surreal
and the stranger loosened his grip on the sword as he started to feel
a feeling he had not felt for a time, sweat dripped from his head
the wolfs grey and white fur glistened under the moons of red
the stranger griped upon the hilt of his sword
the wolfs eyes, such beauty eternal knowledge, couldn't be ignored
the howl became a whimper, the wolfs tail wagged and its ears pricked
she gently came over to the stranger and his scars she licked
scars that crossed his heart, but He never wished to die
a closeness was shared under the fire red sky
he looked into the yellow green eyes and felt the wolfs breath
he could not slay this creature, bring her death
from a different world he hadn't ever seen such a beautiful creature
everything about her was perfect and seductive in feature
the wolf turned and walked away into the forests of shadows
leaving the stranger facing a 'million thoughts of never knows'
The moons fell behind the peaks of snow
and the smell of dawn awakened his tomorrow
the stranger awoke from his peaceful sleep
he had tried to follow her but he could only weep
he loved her for showing him a light within his dark
her wolf prints in the sand, was the only mark
that last night was real and not just a dream
he stood up, and looked out into the valleys of green
his scars were still there, but his heart had healed
for once his hands were clean of blood and nothing killed
his journey had been emotional and long
but he smiled as he knew had done nothing wrong
in the moons that followed he searched for the wolf within the land
but she only appeared in his dreams in human from to hold his hand
she was a goddess an angel, when he saw her his scars would burn
and as the dream faded and the wolf returned
he would awake only to long for sleep once more
by day he would search for a love that he adored
his dreams became more vivid, tranquil and true
and as the seasons changed as seasons do
he begged for eternal sleep, so he could be with her forever
two wolfs running free, amongst the valleys and the smell of heather
peace soon became him, and he met his wolf where the river flowed
and he soon knew the answer within the land of never knows.
