The Wolf of the Night
This poem was written for Judas Wolf as a gift. He is a great musician and a friendly wolf all around.
The Wolf of the Night
By
Foxpiper
Oh, wolf of the night, what darkness you bring, Your howling announces the setting sun; Over sacred forests where your brethren sing, To the rising moon, a wondrous one.
As a child of Fenrir, I see in your eyes, The suffering caused by this modern world; Longing to live free under arcane skies, Yet into steel and smoke you are hurled.
Oh, wolf of the night, please lend me your paw, As I wander through the gnarled forest path; For these woodlands are ruled by ancient law, And forever protected by Odin's wrath.
You call yourself Judas and I call you friend, A shared meeting between a wolf and a man; Modernity's woes made your species contend, To rightfully claim their ancestral land.
Oh, wolf of the night, tell me what you find, Beneath the branches of each stately oak; Teach me the tales of your mysterious kind, Past down from Managarm to all lupine folk.
The changing of seasons bring forth a new year, To which will be heralded with the wolves' call; And yet all shall bow and shed a lone tear, As they watch sadly the ancient runes fall.
Oh, wolf of the night, I must bid thee farewell, For it is time I leave your hallowed ground; But know that one day, my spirit shall dwell, Within these sacred woods and all around.