Wolf(Tallisman) The old dog dreams of times long gone
Whines in his sleep as he senses a wrong
He can’t find his master, he just doesn’t know
That he’s gone to a place where a dog cannot go
In his dreams he’s a wolf with a pack to defend
But lost in a place he can’t comprehend
The wildness inside him burns with each breath
Unknowingly fighting the permanence of death
His paws scrabble in his sleep as he runs for the ball
Deep in his dreams he still hears his call
His masters voice, so loved and serene
But the call is heard but the man is unseen
Burdened by his dreams the old dog cries
The past flickering by his half open eyes
Nature and time are not unkind
They recognise where loyalties bind
The old dogs heart beat its last, paws finally stilled
But the dream became reality, and reality fulfilled
As his master ran to him, arms open wide
The dog dancing with joy with him at his side
Where waves of emotion threaten to engulf
Under the memories, here cries the wolf

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