Hi there
These are all poems I wrote dedicated to my awesomesauce pack and more importantly, my best friends :3
Pack Poem:
Four wolves tread on solid ground,
when the daylight fades away,
and the moon awakes.
The fiery stars light up the night,
so swift we move on bloodied paws,
then comes our mighty call.
Flashes of sleek fur are seen,
glimpses of red, black and grey,
we move nearly all silently.
We bound across the terrain,
a frightening sight some say,
hunting unsuspecting prey.
But when the moonlight dims,
all about there is no doubt,
that powerful howl warns,
That the Crimson Valley Pack.
is on the prowl.
So don't be scared, don't be shy, tell us...
What brought you to our Crimson Valley tonight?
Rose:
In the hue of the sunrise,
lays a wolf,
her eyes so bright.
And up on the hill,
hidden from sight,
roses bloom so big,
so right.
From their green buds,
they grew.
This day means,
it's time to start anew.
In her paws there grows a feeling,
She moves silently,
through the new day.
And to the wolf's surprise,
lays a valley of blooming,
bright red roses.
Where they came from,
She does not know,
but where they are,
it's in the wolf's heart.
As she lays in the field,
she gives a long loud,
happy howl.
In the Valley of Roses,
lays the wolf.
In her golden eyes,
burns a secret surprise.
Fire:
Deep in the forest night,
A fire glows deeply bright.
It lights up the darkness,
like the burning sun.
No one knows,
what is to come.
But One wolf stands,
up on the hill,
her eyes showing,
her strong will.
She knows what's to be done.
Cast down the hill,
she runs so fast,
and full of glee.
By now she is beyond,
the trees.
She is like the wildfire,
So big, so free.
The spark in her step,
the glint to her eyes,
she is so alike the burning fire.
Wherever she travels,
the forest will know,
for she is the brightest,
of them all.
She is the Wildfire,
It's in her soul.
Dusk:
When the twilight fades away,
the forest is hushed,
for the time now is dusk.
Howls are heard deep within.
The chilling call,
that starts it all.
And in the darkness of the dusk,
stands one wolf on the rocks.
His head held high,
for all those that pass by.
He knows no fear,
of the beginning night,
for across the hollowed grounds,
he runs so fast and free.
He blends into the dawning day,
What more is left to say?
When the moon finally fades,
The wolf up on the rocks is gone.
To where he has travelled,
none could and will ever tell.
Somewhere on the grassy terrains,
runs the wolf of the night.
Who will be lucky enough,
To behold the wolf's might?
Dawn:
All days must come to a end.
Twilight skies must meld to dusk.
Last of the daylight fades away,
and the wolves finally come out to play.
Across the hollowed ground they run,
their goal to frolic and have some fun,
And in their midst lay a wolf.
Upon the thriving pack she looks.
Lifting high her proud head,
too summon the loud call.
The pack joins in,
no secret of the,
burning wild glee,
to be carefree of ever,
having to flee.
But when the dusk turns to dawn,
the sun bring the glistening dew,
all the wolves know to move on,
But behind them,
they leave their footprints in the dirt,
A reminder to all,
of the packs nightly,
mighty call.
And finally mine and Fire's:
In the Crimson Bay,
two wolves frolic,
two wolves play.
One is of the dawning day,
another of the burning flame.
From the island,
in the waters,
comes the echoing laughter.
There is nothing more to say but,
no one can come in the way,
of these two wolves,
fun and games.
What they howl about,
only they can find out.
For the bright glow,
of a fires warm flame,
lite up the still dark dawn,
before the sun hit the sky.
Friendship,
this is what it's suppose to be like.
Hope you liked them
probably more to come soon :3
