Wolves.

You threw me to the wolves chained up, offered me in hopes to find me a bloody mess on the floor, torn apart and enveloped in darkness when you came, but when the wolves showed you could hear the packs unite in a calm lulling still peace. Howling to the orb of the night in sorrow, howling to the bier, they whispered a sweet symphony, hymn, one song, no words through the night while moonlight tore off the binds, just silent cries… mending my crippled heart anew.

Wolves have always answered my melodic call, it’s in my essence, it’s in my soul.