The Wolf Of The Dusk

There’s good in the bad,
There’s bad in the good.
The dawn to the man,
The dusk to the wolf.
The story of the beast,
the purity of the heist.
In the dead of the night
the wolf howls to the pure white moon.
A shriek, a cry
to the purity in the sky.
Left on to hold
till he preys with the dark,
until the dawn
to get the ivory belonging
of his own.
The sun, the light
the carrier of the moon to his soul.
Touching his bare skin
piercing through the murk.
To give back what was his,
to give back the pure,
to the wolf of the dusk.

Avilasha
BA (Journalism)
6th sem