"Without a Heart"
A red moon shines on silver fur,
Tears trail down its throat
It has lost its heart,
Its soul,
Its spirit,
Its existence
Once upon a dream,
It danced beside another
It sang its celestial songs beside another
But now that other will never sing,
Never dance in the moonlit meadow
The night stole its other from it,
The cold, harsh wind shredded what kept them together
The golden strand of life between them,
Snapped like a rotten rope
It would sing one final song,
Before it joined its other
For it had lost its heart,
Its soul,
Its spirit,
Its existence
No being, celestial or mortal,
Could live without their heart
So it gave one final howl,
Before his leap off the rock took him to the water,
And his heart returned to him.