A wolf's journal #2: Of the moon

So I find myself looking at your pages again this time under the second light of the day, that of the moon. A truly magical thing the moon, I find myself looking to it's magic light oftenly, so enchanting and beautifull yet I can not behold it's beauty without feeling hearthbroken. A sad howl is what it conjured up in my mind, for the same light as this took my first and second love away. Perhaps I am not a man for that kind of stuff, perhaps I am simply too much of a lone-wolf for it. I have accepted it yet somehow I wish it could be otherwise perhaps..who knows what wonders the next moon may bring but for now my eyes have grown tired of it.