Wolves Pt. 2

[Lomelindo]

The night falls the moon is full
The pack gathers eager for the hunt
They howl with joy feeling the pull of Isil
Each wolf howls out its desire
As the flames of dreams grows higher and higher
Now they run connected and free
Swiftly and silently under the trees
Isil rises higher into the sky
and the wolves grow stronger sailing upon the breeze
The pull of blood and tearing of flesh
Do their senses now enmesh
Here I stand under these ancient trees
I reach out and I hear their call
Of blood and flesh and prey to fall
I share their joy and join their howl
I wear the darkness as a cowl
Still they run and I see through their eyes
Of things they love and that which they despise
But one stands in front of me
With eyes closed I clearly see
His thought intrudes into my mind
But fear nor hate he does not feel
He once taught me many things
Long ago he showed me how the forest sings
He stares with his piercing yellow eyes
Remembrance in him now does arise!
I share with him all I've known
And I felt respect in him so seldom shown

[Shadow]

Hello artanaro. This has just become my favorite poem! Part one and two. I love it.. that's all I can say. Beautiful..

[Brandybuck]

Artanaro..this was indeed a very deep poem. I love the visualization that you have portrayed..not only for the wolves, but also the mystery of the forest around them.

[Laurasia]

Hi Artanaro.

Bravo! What more can I say? Bravo!

Sincerely,
Laurasia