Eulogy for a song

The theft

In the shadow
of the moonlight,
the wolf screamed
for its soul
that the moon stole
and hid in its silver.

The moon, silver,
as it was,
shone innocence
and took only what
it felt necessary.

The dance

Under the endless black sky,
the wolf danced
around the moon,
wishing, cursing, praying,
for a soul,
for the blessing of rebirth.

The song

The moon,
as it was,
merciless and loving,
smiled at its lover,
and sang a deep melody,
marking the sacrifice
of the dancing wolf.

It sang of the promise
of union one day,
and of sadness
that the wolf's love song
will always be a lone howl.