The Wolf and I
'O to feel the night,
wrapped up in some little cove of the world,
some niche of damp love;
my creatures of the night howl to tunes
of the midnite minstrel ---
(path of the lone-walker)
and stare to dawn with a sorrowful melody
'Tis not bitter sometimes to hold a thing of damp love,
in the throes of days end,
forsaken,
in drunk mood....
staring your soul in the stars
My canvas is the celestial dome,
the harvest moon....
I am the painter of night who walks alone,
singing a sorrowful melody,
staring to dawn,
am I
**A take on sweet sorrow through animal familiars**
(A theme used in a poetry class) 2014
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