The Bear

The chime rang twelve
Reminds to go
Hand grips the bow

To claim his soul
Heart lies in ground
Across backwoods

Slow, the anger grows
Reminds of buried, laid in unrest
Hear, answer them now
The mountains call his name as winds do flow
Coursing all hate
Discover the cave
Unto this day, it even haunts you
Tears flow like storm clouds
Remembering words of love
That crush in waves
The bear still waits

Branch wail haunting, but inside the beast is waiting
Years of patience, tracking down his only purpose
Something waits for him, a growl that shakes his center
All the pain lashing out from torment, he loved her