The rampant wolf howls true,
when watching as the waning moon,
doth cry itself to sleep.
The horror it has watched from here,
to all the things that it does fear,
it's beloved child, the ocean dear,
is polluted by the oil spill.
The creatures which were once so blessed,
in the time have become decrepit,
though the fault was none their own,
but those who tore apart their home.
The callous loss of these so dear,
makes the reddened moon fall quite near,
the ending of then the days,
where night will haunt the souls remains.
I lay awake at night tonight,
to feel the pain,
to watch the sight,
and know that this will scar us all,
for now the stars begin to fall.