Ever wondered why a wolf at night groans
While looking up straight to the moon?
The strongest yet macabrely painful tunes,
This I reckon must by story of the mourns.
The beast of terror enslaved in barracoon
To have fallen for the far departed moon.
Thus every ebony gloom, he cries as such.
For a love departed he can never touch.
Though is it really terrible to love someone
You can never reach out to touch. Or to
have loved someone and lost to death.
- Mason Carter