The Lone Wolf

The shadows have fallen, and now the darkness has come.
Foreboding it seems, this night, as the day had foretold its
coming, with ominous scents rising forth upon the wind.
Ever slightly, as if quietly debating whether to allow the
night to fall at last, or once again be prolonged unto the
dusk the solid blackness pushed its way forth to encompass
all below it. The many hills and mountains between, share
feelings of solitary confinement once again.

Their voices that ring loud throughout the day, now fall silent,
and give way to making their presence, now known, in shadowy
backdrops against the sky that is now the lead. Below, there is
another solitary figure, a presence to rise above all others in the
night, to stand out before them all, and proclaim his existence in
the life at hand. A lone figure, walking upon the ground below,
seeking his path amongst that which he knows so well. He has
reached across many a land, his voice has been heard resounding
across the winds, the stars, and the amongst the leaves as it brushes
past them to bring to all that can hear its wisdom and truth.

There are to be found within such shadows and darkness, the brightest
flowers of life. It is to these flowers, that the voice of the lone figure speaks.
This figure, even as solitary as he may be, is a leader amongst those of his
kind. That voice brings together these followers, learners, and yes, even a
lover to its cry so that all may take and share in the thoughts to be spoken.
Emotions run high, and ever faster to meet with such greatness. Although
this figure cries out to the many, he still stands alone in his life path.
Always wanting and needing that other voice in the night....That other
with which to share with all to see. The great expanse of land that folds
out before him, leads to many a place, brings forth many a follower.

To be able to reach out to so many is fulfilling, but yet, there is an
empty space. One that cannot seem to be filled, for the leader must
always lead, must always be the one to reach out and bring others
together, for he is the strongest and truest leader. Far be it for him to
decide to allow the many or the few, or even the one to suffer in order
to obtain that one piece of elusive existence. It is much nobler for the
leader to be filled with the sorrowful cries of the soul than to allow so
many others to suffer and waste away in blind and untruthful teachings
of others. Even with the piece inside of the soul that can never seem to
be filled with that one exact match, the life goes on, and the followers
keep coming from across every expanse of land possible, that the voice can reach.

There is another voice to be heard across the lands this night, however.
It is of the foreboding nature that was foretold in the day. This voice
has been crying out in the nights, in search of that voice that reached it
so long ago, it seems now. It touched every fiber of its soul; kept it from
being alone, kept it from falling into the dark abyss of the life it has lead.
It has kept it from the brink of bitterness and cold, as it too has lived solitarily
within those around it. It has had others to tend to as well, and has tried
ever so long to walk the path that would lead closer to the voice that has
carried itself so far and so strongly. Alas, this night has come.

The voice that has nurtured and carried its very soul of existence is now
heard less and less. It touched a place so very very close, with such emotion.
So strong it was, and it spoke of things to come, things that would take it away
from being heard by those of such a great distance. It could not possibly
continue to reach into the far corners of such a soul, for it was too deeply moved
to do so. The voice must draw back and move onto a path that would allow it to
be ever brighter, and filled with less hope of eventual fulfillment of the needs of
the soul. It was far beyond the great voice to say, for the other to abandon their
followers, for they too were in need of nurturing and teaching. It seems to be the
fate of the Lone Wolf to not be filled with such a greatness within the soul of one such
as that.

It tears the heart, as if it were the very hunt, just killed and thrown before the pack
to be feasted upon, for it was filled with such a greatness, and now, that must be
put away, only to be seen in the twinkling of the stars above, and in the great Moon's
face, to be reflected back, and upon in times of true sorrow and thought.
The river that runneth among the trees of this land, of the second voice, will now run
with a greater fervor, for it will be filled for days to come with the tears of the soul,
ever flowing now, for they have lost their strength to stay within. They flow not for
pity, nor for anger, but instead for the understanding that the soul will forever be
unfulfilled, unless it can find its way to that great voice across the vast expanse of
land, for that is the only thing that will bring about the completeness for both souls.

The voice that carries such strength and wisdom, cannot be forgotten, nor can it be
tuned out, for it has become a part of the very soul of those it has reached forth towards.
The path of the Lone Wolf may indeed change, and it may very well have to move on to
the things in life that matter the most, and continue to lead, and bring about the light to
the blind, but it can still have what the soul desires and needs most...It has to.....
There is always a way.........

Moonslight 11.22.02

Written By:
Moonslight

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