Poem 1

The cry of the wild

The loyalty of all

the ranks of greatness

the love of all

The land once ours

the king of man

we are in a word gods

and we watch over everyone

do you see us

we see you

sometimes we are pleased

sometimes ashamed

all in all we know

i am a traveler i seek to learn all

i see many things and i to know more then most

for i am very rare in self

there aren't many left of us

The black wolf of night

and the lover by day

if i walk next to you will you see me

probably not but try anyway...

Shadow Wolf...(*...