Guardian Wolf

Angelic...
Innocently, she slumbers.
Her beautiful face frozen in peaceful bliss,
Dreaming.
This is where she knows me.
I, the Wolf, walk through her unconscious mind
On furry paws of fantasy.
Pleasure is to speak to her.
Greater joy would be to feel her touch,
But dreams are shackled to the realm of the intangible.
Life is hard on one's mind.
My purpose is her protection, to help her,
To comfort her, to be her friend..
To defend her with the ferocity of the Wolf.

Others came before her.
No doubt more will follow... I never had the heart to tell her.
But that is my job, my reason for existance:
A counselor of souls.
Each has wished to keep me...
They don't understand.
A truly wild animal cannot be tamed...
Sometimes, even if he wants to be.