To Noone

We are the wolves of the dark forests, the hunters of the cold moon
We fall asleep on the beds of moss and roots, lost travelers from another world
The stars captivate us with silvery fire, when we search for each other
Finding only dust and restlessly tracking blood
Where you were, my path will follow
Even if I will never feel your scent; will find myself in the maze filled with traps
Cruel thorns of remembrance, rosemary binds of forgotten life

Here… now…
The wolf’s heart is ice-bound
Darkness impenetrable in the corners of her soul…