She howls at the moon
In cries of overbearing pain.
Piercing the infinite night
With dark thoughts and dreams
Of reigns of tyrannical terror.
An angel whose wings were cut off;
Soul resigned to the body of the lone
Wolf in a state of continuous delusion.
Beliefs of being taken back;
Readmitted.
But reality...
Reflected in the swift movement in which
She saw that last autumn leaf
Break from the dry branches
Of the hollow Death tree.
She knows that
She will never know.