Wolf poem called Wolf

Wolf

a sad cry rings around the hills
it speaks of courage needed
hope lost

A warrior has fallen,
no more what he once was
A king has died,
as the lights above dance
to await his spirit

The wind blows through his ruff
guiding his spirit
running and leaping
up to the flickering stars
and the wonder of the aurora borealis

I have other poems, and stories that I write. If you want more, just tell me