SUCH HUMAN STUPIDITY
Crying to the Wind
In a wolf pack they ran together
blessed by The Great Spirit,
their souls locked and mated forever
Loyal hearts that none could sever.
None bothered and no trouble to see
as they ran wild on the wind free ...
Soul mates together for many a year,
their loyal hearts knew no fear.
How could their brave spirits know
one day an enemy would show ...
without heart or even much skill,
and her soul mate, man would kill.
It was by the bright of day ..
as their brave hearts tried to run away ...
Running fast,but their bodies tired
her mate was killed with one shot fired.
With only her around
his lifeless body lay on the ground ...
only his soft fur moved as a lone wind blew
by heart and instinct she knew ...
But she could not linger nor stay
for her own life, she must run away!
So with a pause and one look back
she ran on the wind and rejoined the pack.
Now she stands alone each night
and howls up to the moon's misty light ...
the soulful sound of her cries lingers on the wind,
then dies.
Pain cuts through her soul like a knife
for the mate she had taken for life.
Her spirit is broken ...
but she'll survive ...
The Great Spirit will keep her alive.
She still runs with the pack
but forever and always looks back
for a second she pauses ...
and waits always searching
for her lost soul mate.
By: (LadyBleaux)
Crying to the Wind
In a wolf pack they ran together
blessed by The Great Spirit,
their souls locked and mated forever
Loyal hearts that none could sever.
None bothered and no trouble to see
as they ran wild on the wind free ...
Soul mates together for many a year,
their loyal hearts knew no fear.
How could their brave spirits know
one day an enemy would show ...
without heart or even much skill,
and her soul mate, man would kill.
It was by the bright of day ..
as their brave hearts tried to run away ...
Running fast,but their bodies tired
her mate was killed with one shot fired.
With only her around
his lifeless body lay on the ground ...
only his soft fur moved as a lone wind blew
by heart and instinct she knew ...
But she could not linger nor stay
for her own life, she must run away!
So with a pause and one look back
she ran on the wind and rejoined the pack.
Now she stands alone each night
and howls up to the moon's misty light ...
the soulful sound of her cries lingers on the wind,
then dies.
Pain cuts through her soul like a knife
for the mate she had taken for life.
Her spirit is broken ...
but she'll survive ...
The Great Spirit will keep her alive.
She still runs with the pack
but forever and always looks back
for a second she pauses ...
and waits always searching
for her lost soul mate.
By: (LadyBleaux)
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