The Lone Wolf

To clever for the dumb, to dumb for the clever
The darkness binds forever never to leave or dissever
Bites back as the pack, welcomes the stranger
The hell of loneliness is chosen before the danger

To modist for the arrogant, to arrogant for the modist.
The ship sailed, regret was releaved as he sunk it.
The wolf is weak, but the the strongest.
The most intelligent, yet the dumbest.

To violent for the passive, to passive for the violent
Glances on everything, yet it is more than blinded
It is looking and looking yet never it finds it
It launches, brave as it is born, yet it is frightened

And as it howls at the Moon, in agony and pain
No one sees or hears the wolf, in its mental chains
A castout, a liar, a killer, a theif and a wounded soldier
The wolf bears its self with pride as it is fit for the loner