A Wolverine weeps As it yearns for the moon, having Never tasted the stars. They call it howling, They call it unnatural, taboo; having Never tasted the stars What lasts a night and Leaves for a month. Betrayed; having Never tasted the stars To make amends, to be left Again, it calls for her. A fool, having Never tasted the stars Puissant, yet adherent of the rubric Of Luna. It slaves for her company, having Never tasted the stars.