Knees may buckle under the weight o rivulets that waterfall down your countenance, at the confluence o those salty streams I hope soon tae see upturned lips for remembrance
I couldnae stay though you wished it, weep no for me over long, I lived life tae the fullest, beyond merely existed
I'm on down the road, where I may watch o’er, and keep safe your words of aspirations and words of appreciation, out amongst the sky o night, fae whence I came,
So when that brightest star bids thee a farewell o an evenin, and the colored horizen gives way for the moon's wiles, I'll see you when your eyes can'nae stay still, tae relive with you moments shared
N’er alone, for night will happen again an' again, keep close your pack, those of blood and those of not, hold tight tae the wolf that reared ya, and the brother dear tae ya
A Rogues poem, by Joseph Friend
Dedicated to the daughter of the wolf
Dedicated to the daughter of the wolf