Poem of a friend

Following the glorious wind,
he spread open his wings.
Take flight and fly,
Soaring towards the light.
Wielding his sharpened blade,
Carrying the scythe to seal fates.
Casting a shadow upon the land,
as he took towards the lands.
His eyes watched his friends,
never taking them off from them.
And thus the wolf turn to look,
facing the dying sun,
a rock he threw.
"The sun will rise again,
and powers it will regain.
Thank you for all that you have done,
you might truly be the one,
to have influenced my life.
Had you not arrive,
Would I ever carry a smile on my face?
Would I ever leave from that place?
Like the wind,
from where you have been.
Taking away the sadness,
bringing about my happiness."
The wolf smiled,
staring for miles.
And thus he rose,
and time froze.
Replacing dark with light,
replacing sadness with joy.

I wrote this poem for a friend. In this poem, I'm the wolf while my friend is the guy who has wings and carries a scythe. This poem is just a dedication poem that I wrote for my friend.