The Wolf Poet

[Rynos]

cool man.

[Greywolf]

I feel raindrops on my head

 

They fall

fall

fall

 

with a pitter

patter

 

I hear raindrops

falling

again and again

 

The puddles in the street

swish

and splash

 

as the quiet ripples

dance in waves

 

I see raindrops

falling

 

Cool gray raindrops

Salty raindrops from Silver Eyes

 

all I feel is sorrow

and raindrops.

[Greywolf]

Asheron, Asheron bold was he

who led the men of Mountain's Leah

His stead was swift upon the ground,

his sword was sharp his shield was round.

Over hill and through the dale,

at his call the foe grew pale.

Scarlet Bird of Doom sweeps down,

his beating heart vengeance bound.

 

For fair was Mountain's Leah of old

rich in beauty and in gold.

Its men were strong, its women fair

with sea-green eyes and raven hair.

The pass was guarded to no avail,

for in strode hundreds decked in mail.

They burned the town, razed the field

and slaughtered all who would not yield.

 

And in the ashes, Asheron stood,

delayed while hunting in the wood.