Winter Wolf and Summer Harp
Frozen shadows, quiet and bleak,
Unspoilt, untaint'd land of rime
That suffers not the frail or weak
To live or die in their own time.
Harsh may seem this land of pines
When ignorant of nature's law,
And cruel the beasts one may find
Stalking paths that never thaw.
Winter Wolf comes to the land
Howls a cry of wrath and rage
Forges a home and makes a stand,
New legend for newborn age.
For wolves and men, little peace
'Midst old boughs of snowy deep
Fight for life without surcease-
Hunt or flee, no lines they keep.
Carv'd from the wild, tree-bound homes,
Though blood is shed, not one tear,
Winter Wolf no longer roams
Lives in the wild, without fear.
She roams the world, lovely rose
Young at heart, strong in her soul
Forg'd in sorrow, youthful woes
Rising above hardship's toll.
Voice of liquid gold does ring
Glorious words of bless'd Song.
Many dreams she helps take wing,
Bares Summer heat, rights a wrong.
Harp of Summer, heart of gold,
Seeks Song Divine in dire lands.
Ventures gaily, brave and bold,
From forest deep to desert sands.
Comes the Harp to land of snows,
To seek the Song of the North,
And hear the wild wind that blows
The shadow'd pines back and forth.
The Winter Wolf, seeking muse
Leaps unto the eager chase.
To find the one who did choose
To dance along forest trace.
Among the pines, cloak'd in snow,
The Wolf does find Harp at play,
Dancing 'midst the Life Moon's glow
To soulful cry of wolfen bay.
Harp smiles at Wolf, flashing grin,
Then leaps away, daring chase.
A merry hunt, lose or win,
The goal to run, not to race.
Odd, some places what one finds,
Harp to Wolf in trust confides.
Hear the winds blow through the pines?
Even here the Song resides.
Harken now to soulful cry
Heed the call with open heart
Songs of wolf make spirits fly
Nature's music, pure in art.
With Songs of nature all 'round,
Winter Wolf does then decry -
Heart and soul to you are bound,
From this day 'til both shall die.
'Midst the frozen pines they wed,
Winter Wolf to Summer Harp,
In joy and ruth, tears are shed
Words are spoken, fair and sharp.
But in the end, no more ado
Harp and Wolf do race again
Beyond our ken, to lives anew
A great loss for greater gain.
Secrets lost we'll learn in time.
Stark and cold the land may lie,
But truth is plain 'neath the rime:
For rebirth we first must die.
Penned by my hand on the 16th of Aequitas, in the year 472 AD.
