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.

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