Ode To Evan Wolf

Wolf is what they call him,
But he rarly howls to the moon

He is but a foresaken star,
Lost amongst the Milk way

When good tidings bring him to me,
The drew drops run down my nose

Some day that all is lost,
I say all that is lost has not even begun

Someday the Mother Winter will show her strength once more,
But on that day I will emerge from the womb once again.