Oh young wolf, born in the late stages of cyclical strife.
Natures struggles alleviated by the dreamers summer, hunter packs now abandoned the silver life.
Young with an ancient soul, crafted from the northern winds.
Weakest in the bunch, competitive culture offered you no friends.
But you dreamed of a return to the packs of renown, of hunting with warriors of old.
You dreamed of making your clan proud, hunting in the silver nights cold.
You dreamed of uniting your kind, to bring a love and remembrance of the past.
To inspire the wolves around, to create packs with bonds to last.
Oh yes, you dreamed of big things when you were small.
You were going to make a change, despite any withal.
But wolves are now independent, no longer needing the old hunter packs.
You thought you could inspire with spirit, to bring a return to the ritual acts.
But what good is the past when your pack has lost their way.
Their genetic memories erased, their spirits dull and grey.
Ah, but not yours... you contain the last remnant.
The secrets of the past stay locked in your heart like a shining pendant.
You remember those days, the dancing of elves in the misty meadows.
The graceful touch of the Gods designs, their progeny from which arose.
You know of the playful fairies in the sacred gardens.
To the majestic transformation when the sky darkens.
You know of the wild hunt, the spectral riders inspiring your clan.
You feel the oceanic breathe stream, and sense the incredible plan.
You witnessed the playful nymphs naked in their blue rivers.
You felt the cold kiss of the arctic spirit, her breath giving you shivers.
Yes.... you remember the glory of the abandoned days.... #poem #wolf #ancient #pagan #mythology #writing #story #poetry #selfie #pic #rain #sad #blonde #nofilter #spiritual #past #mylove #north #europe #norse #germanic