I lay lone in tonights den
and think of a past, my past
and how lonliness has left tainted scars
upon many of my memories
drifting into a sleep, a dream
comes to me, and in this hopefull
dream, I am running through a lush valley
soft green grass between my paws, the cool
moist air in my lungs, the cool moist breeze
blowing through my gray fur, a bright bronze
sunrise coming up ahead of me, then I realize
I hear panting all around me, looking to my sides
I notice other wolves, then it hits me, im the alpha
running in front of the pack, leading them to a
battle in the dawn. My nostalgic moment comes to an end
and my mind is set upon the danger of the approaching
battle, but right as I let out a viscious growl and lounge
for the opposing wolves I awaken from my dream.
I am stricken with sorrow as I realize I am still laying lone
in the damp den. being an alpha, and to run with the pack,
thats something every wolf dreams of.
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