Spirit of the Wolf




Against the silver moon the wolf lifts his head to howl;
His spirit is carried away in the journey of the sound;
Cold mist clouds from his breath, long and lonesome he calls;
Singing a song survival as the snow softly falls.

Dark silhouette against the moon's glowing light;
From the cry of the wolf his spirit takes flight;
Over the distance it travels and catches the ear;
Of all the creatures who have learned to live by fear.

In the valley below hearts hold a beat;
Respect has been born from primal instinct;
The deer lift their heads to reverence the cry;
Of the faraway wolf on his mountain on high.

  Serinity is shattered in this world pristine;
The spirit of the wolf stalks it's way through the trees;
All who stop where they stand to hear the forlorn song;
Know he is on yonder mountain where legends belong.

Silence settles with the snow, and then once again;
He raises his head and cries into the wind;
From high above it all in the silver moon light;
He tells the world of his legacy as his spirit takes flight.

The world waits below as alone he stands;
Sending his song of survival soaring across the land;
Haunting apparition drifts down on the breeze;
Spirit bidding the world to listen as he proclaims to all.
He is free!