Futile

The cry of a wolf pierced the night air
Cursed are all that hear

Darkness was all around him
Darkness and despair

He looked toward the heaven and cried
“O Lord! I tried

to forget all about her
but I had reached the height”

Why oh why, he thought
Should she die?

Wolves continued to howl,
The world went round

The sky then opened, and a voice pronounced:
“Till the heavens your cry was heard, but your plight denounced”