The Lone Wolf

Calm and lorn, yet I long
To fly into the eventide
Silent as a further, I shall
Graze through distant stars
Past all the darkness, emptiness
Of what had been left behind
Mine an undying soul, free
From the clutch of mortal toil
But alas, none shall ever sow
The meadows of heaven
Naught in me or you is safe
From the fate of the flesh
One day, our palms
Forevermore shall cease to feel
And like the leaves of autumn
Wither back into ash and dust
From dusk 'til dawn, I recall
All the bliss that once was
But the cruel waves wash away
All the hope I had in the sands
And like scrawls on the beach
I no longer can recognize
All I see is a void, an emptiness
Binding me evermore to dubiety
Devoid of light, within—
The wraith-world I must dwell
Everyone a shade of grey
Hints of shadows in the mist
There I am in the shroud
Far beyond your toxic reach
For the lone wolf has no pack
And the sheep follow the blind