There he stood,
Silent…
Only watching,
Like an old wood.
There he stood,
Silent…
In front of his love,
Watching her,
With grief…
In silence…
Lonely, in the cold…
And she looked through him.
There he stood,
Silent…
The Ghost of the Wolf,
Watching his long forgotten love…
He followed,
Her lonely steps,
He swallowed,
His long forgotten words…
She might felt the cold touch,
She might heard the silent words,
But she did not turn around…
Just went on, like flying birds…
A cold and dark figure,
Appeared for the lass…
That was the figure,
Of a long forgotten glass…
A Wolf…
Like no other…
A Wolf…
From her very past…
But there she stood,
Seeing nothing,
Feeling the cold,
And hearing nothing.
Although,
She knew…
She knew…
But she did nothing…