For he is the wolf,

And she the moon,

He waited for the dawn to shed,

To start his journey far ahead,

Deep into wilds, he ran for his love,

Breathing heavily, covered in scratches,

Nothing could stop him fore,

For his love, moon going to soar,

The blizzards made his blood cold,

Her light was enough to keep him bold,

Waited till the fullmoon called,

Fusing his emotions, his heart howled,

Both knew they couldn't touch each other,

For which the fate destined a hazy gap before,

Night admired the pure love they shared,

Sent the snow flakes as it cared,

Soon the sands of time melted,

Both knew that they had to depart,

Moon behind the mountains,

And wolf to his pack,

Only with the promise that they will meet again.

That they'll meet again.