Land Sought by Wolves

Pounding paws upon tortured terrain.

Chest crying for the need of rest.

Tongue hanging low from the mere strain.

Mind focused on the horizon and the destination that put you to the test.

What is this place?

Run wolf, run to the voice in your heart.

Let the silver glow of the moon be your guide,

And never let this felling part,

For you are the sun and have no reason to hide.

What's driving you forward?

This destination you seek is where silver flowers bloom.

Where you'll encounter wonders no sole could teach.

A place where your kind will never meet its doom.

The place on the horizon where hell can't reach.

The place you've found is paradise.