"Why do wolves howl at the moon?
Is it because they were parted all too soon?
Once upon a time, there was the moon
Down to the earth, she once ran away.
The beauty of earth would make her swoon
And she decided that she would stay.
Now the night sky is made of thousands of different kinds
One of these kinds was the big black beast.
He came down to the world, to search for the signs
That would lead him to the moon, so he could find her at least.
The stars called out to her, and the wolf followed her trail
And finally he found her, beside the edge of a lake.
He saw her through a veil of silvery white pale
And knew he was smitten, as the void inside began to ache.
It ached for her touch, it ached for her presence
The wolf came closer yet the moon was not afraid
Her skin glowed with a silvery luminescence.
"Why are you here, dear wolf?" The moon smilingly said.
He knew what would happen yet he knew what had.
So he stayed with the moon, down on the world.
He played with her, cuddled her, wanted to not make her sad.
Yet sometimes he forgot that he was naught but a predator.
He hurt her sometimes, with scars to view.
He felt horrible for those, but she always said it'd be alright.
Together they were, no matter what they went through.
Yet the wolf knew that one day too great would be the fright.
So that day came along when the wolf was bad
The moon had had enough, her patience at an end.
The wolf whined and begged, trying to keep what they had.
Yet she left him all the same, despite the time they had spent.
Years had passed, but the wolf never forgot.
He howled for his lost love, howled in pain
Wanting to believe all that was not for naught.
Her absence weighed heavy, it almost drove him insane.
But then he found solace next to the lake, in ripping out his heart.
Although the pain was great, worse was the pain of them being apart.
And so the wolf promised, as he fell to the water and began to drown.-"
Caelum snapped the book shut, his icy blue eyes almost shimmering with energy. His skin was pale and his gaze was intense, filled with a predatory kind of determination. Next to the poem book he had been reading, lay a note from Diana. A note she had given him, the day she had left. He glanced at it, before standing up and turning around, his back towards the window through which the moonlight bathed his room. His front fell to shadows yet his eyes still glowed as he walked to his door to leave.
As he was leaving, he spoke, his voice dark with sinister promise, a promise seared into his very soul.
"-No matter how long it takes, I will hunt you down."