Lone Wolf. Hungry, prowling, brutal.
I was what I had to be, in a world I didn’t chose.
Eat, or be eaten.
Young, strong, proud, Lone Wolf.
I ruled my kingdom of one.
Never thinking the Lone Wolf was
What are you there? Eyes with no fear.
Not a predator, not prey.
A low growl from my lungs.
Beware the Lone Wolf, mysterious one.
No match for the Lone Wolf, yet
Not backing away.
A threat? No, an unspoken welcome.
I lie beside you, stroking your hair.
You touch me.
Where is my fierce growl? It has become a purr.
I am the Lone Wolf