Gray Wolf at War

Gray Wolf at War
 So named for inner battles
 Strained and troubled
 Should he live for peace
 Or should he fight until
 His world would turn to rubble
 Because anger pierced his tired ears
 And evil burned into his vision daily
 And he decided that a life of strict serenity
 Would keep himself from ailing
 Gray Wolf at War
 Heard his brothers' voices
 Urging him to join them
 Praising the damage
 His long teeth could do and
 Urging him to use them
 Some days he would ask himself
 If life on this earth only led toward violence
 Yes, he had decided
 Before pledging once again to peace and silence
 Gray Wolf at War
 Almost changed one day
 When his heart felt colder
 Right at that moment
 A monarch butterfly landed on his shoulder
 Riding on his simple raft
 And listening to the river gently lapping
 If his troubled thoughts were wind
 Then such an omen never could have happened