Thy White Wolf

I consider myself quite the poet, I've been writing to express my sorrow, calm my restlessness, or just re-establish my sanity. Here is the latest of my writings.

Thine golden iris,
desiring such paradise,
Wanders henceforth,
under a waning glow,

Beneath ethereal stars,
thine moonlight shines,
Cast upon thy wolf,
seeking the lunar rose,

Traversing the icy land,
across thy snowy frost,
Thine white one's howl,
echoes amongst the wind,

Laying upon the frozen earth,
whilst the frigid storm rages,
Thine wolf shall find paradise,
and close thine golden irises.

"Thy White Wolf"
by Jake Forsythe
© 2008