I ran free with you
And here on this day of new moon
My day naissance
Suddenly I am rendered voiceless
A decision born of fear
In my wolf, the loyal friend
I tripped and fell today
My teeth a broken mess
A toothless wolf unable to hunt
Fading from malnourishment
Will this moon ever rise again
So I may howl just one last time
Before this decease takes hold
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