The look in your warm eyes,
and feeling the coldness of goodbye.
Ice shatters the precious life machine.
The fallen wolf lies on the left side.
The hand brushes the frozen fur.
Another wolf lies on her stomach
beside the wolf.
The petting hand settles on his shoulder.
Fragile breathing into the air machines,
the fallen life machine trying to pulse,
an the spirit struggles to keep the flesh alive.
Mother Luna continues to pet the wolf
in a soft manner.
"Come sweet child, come home and
restore thy mana."
The beta whimpers and the Alpha
weeps more tears while slipping into
the Crossroads.