Wolf Of The Sun
Poem By Kiona Pearson
My brethren, my ancestors, my dearest of friends
Gather you shall to my deep, mountain dens
howl your devotions to that of life, love and Moon
For we shall, one day, rule daylight too.
My brethren, my ancestors, my enemies too
Rise from your slumber to the world rought with gloom
Take them you shall, fight claw to hand
Fill silence with growl, listen for your commands.
Raise your heads high, for at sunrise, we die
and send men to their tombs where forever they'll lie.
My Brethren, my ancestors, my daughters aswell
Once we have rid of them, the days we shall hail
Roam will you the forests, without worry of harm
the only thing waiting is prey of sun.