When dreams take flight,I walk the land,
looking for love's trace upon the sand,
I walk the path within the darkness of night,
a scent so strong of my passions delite,
looking for one in this clear moonlight,
searching for sign,on this cold winter night,
Lone Wolf howl,pierces the crisp night air,
within the boughs of snow covered trees everywhere,
silent foot steps running,and hunting the night,
silence my thoughts and I get ready to fight,
into the darkest of shadows, I quietly steal,
if under attack,my blades they'll feel,
the enimy without,are darting all about,
it's those wolves of fate to rip my heart out,
to take a mate,would trip my part out,
gathering in numbers,knowing what it's all about,

the wolves are here but I walk without fear,
a challenge was made no time for a tear,
a circle was cleared in this moonlit night,
crossroads in the forrest,made ready to fight,
two alpha's make stand,to fight for this land,
lone wolf and the lepard,of my bleeding hand,
the spoils of war to give to their band,
the fight was honor,to make a great stand,
the fight was respect and her loving hand,
for love and for young,from her promised land,

Because I am here, ready and steadfast,
wolves searching my soul,looking into my past,
my heart is strong,my mind is clear,
in my resolve,I stand without fear,
with a bow of his head,they soon parted ways,
to allow clear passage,untill better days,

Back to the trail,along my path,
wolves of fate,alone in their wrath,
howling their fright on this lonely night,
feeding a hunger,to them is only right,
feeling their anger as I pace out of sight,
free from the danger of the wolves tonight,

Onward I search,in the cold moonlight,
upon his pearch,Owl's watching the night,
Time slowly passing by, his all knowing eye,
night owl sees, my trail passing by,
alone in my thoughts,dreaming to fly,
alone in my world,daring to try,
casting my eyes into night's passing moon,
resting my sights,another dawn is comming soon,
another lonely dream,another sleepless night,
another quiet stream,and a windless flight,
no breezes for the sails of my ghostships tonight,
no pleasing the tails,wolves just hunting for a fight,
alone by this fire,to fight the cold winters bite,
alone in the sky,the moon waving a silent goodnight,
awaiting the morning,and dawns comming light,
I glance to the East,and see the warming sun,
I know at least another lonely day has just begun,
with the wolves of fate,my fight is almost won,
they will only hate,untill their life is done,
now I long for a mate,to watch the climbing sun,
how I long to wake,with my special number one........
Lonely Soul

Very beautiful michael

NICE!

You do such awesome work, it is great!!

hey i think this one should be filed under keeper
great stuff michael

I try to show as much of a dream as I can...
don't wanna get too graphic...

sometimes the wolves bite

this one was bouncing around for a while...

just thought I'd throw it out here for the wolves to chew on...

thanx for reading y'all!

and wolves of fate...
try another yet bite.....

(((((((((((((hugs))))))))))))))))))
awesome

there is no stopping you now michael, your on a roll man,
beautiful

Micky your the "MAN" of words dude....

Very nice read Mike. Took me a few times to be able to read.

Thank You All for reading and enjoying my work...
another dream,another page in the book

awesome dream and read!

Michael your dreams are beautiful

the last page has a little more bite to it,so I didn'tpost it...

glad you liked it

wolves of fate, not hearing the call,
wolves of late,not hearing at all,
ripping a bite for foolish delite,
wearing the fight,bloodstained in the light,
wolves of fate,why must you all hate,
bringing us down while you castigate,
torn usunder from fools who plunder,
limit th'lonely,set you free,why bite me,
I wonder...
sitting all alone,
mighty in your high throne,
why so alone,
I wonder...
wolves of fate,it's getting late,
have you tasted of your own hate,
I wonder...
my dreams set you free,why bite me,
if I can't be the man you wanted me to be,
I wonder...
lone wolf now taste the blood on your hands,
is this what you wanted from th promised lands,
spilling my blood as fast as you can,
killing the soul of this lonely man,
now I wander...
alone in the night,my thoughts are my own,
another fight,that I've faught all alone,
another night,as I slept in my home,
a lonely Knight,I wept as I roam,
wolves of fate,I'm already alone,
after I die,then chew on my bones,
still I wander...
Lonely Soul

wow what a bite good one michael

Incredible Michael

I posted this last part later for effect...
just trying different things with poetry and stage