The Lone Wolf Poem by Liam Hughes

Standing alone on the bed of white snow
Unquivered by the winter winds that blow
No fear in front of the face of its foe
It's eyes glinting in the moonlights soft glow

Slowly his back begins to arch in suspence
Its presence its prey does not even sense
While every muscle begins to grow tense
His powers revealed as being immense

The unsuspecting creature is swallowed by fate
Its thoughts wither into a nonexsistant rate
Its heart forever rests its lungs deflate
There upon its soul inscribed is this date

No being is there to catch a glance of pride
Yet none is on show and none he does hide
No thoughts of regret linger inside
Only to law of nature can he abide