The Majesty of Wolves (Blood Tracks Suite)

The Majesty of Wolves has been published in All of Me Vol. V, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing.

Listen to The Majesty of Wolves by Richard Charles Stevens (Blood Tracks Suite)

Listen to Wolf’s Blood by Electric Dragon

The little boy lost in the thick of the wood cried her name
She was the leader of a most esteemed pack
Dignified utterly fearless and brave
Upon the earth her peerless frame impressed
Upon the earth her peerless frame impressed
.
Wild were the eyes of abandon to slight
While her pluck and her fight spoke of legendary tiding
Every truth that she confided such attested
.
Never cruelly bested by the crest of bitter waves parading
Not a solitary breath be jaded
This grey stepped out in gown some way from faded
Masquerading pains she traded then for gain of all adored
The little boy had been forewarned of all potential dangers
Of entertaining audience to strangers
Howbeit no precaution he endorsed
As rose red teardrops stained the trail
Bereft of frail remorse
Mast erect
Elected course for setting sail
Mast erect
Elected course for setting sail
.
As he reached the clearing
It became crystalline clear that each fear heightened senses no less than revered
Five across the eyes confided ten as he sensed movement in the dense trees to his rear and ever nearing
Primed for the reveal he cried a second time
This time in kind
To reassure that he adored the flawless form of genesis
Blind faith procured from awe inspired each time this fine beast led the line
Her pack lacked not the sight and mind
Towards her majesty inclined
Her pack lacked not the sight and mind
Towards her majesty inclined
.
Loyal to below the bones within which frameless flowers grew
Famed to roam the snow-strewn plains
Revivify terrain bid bloom to crops of wither
Dither not when standing firm in shared belief
That wolves are not dressed up as sheep
They’re simply free to breathe the air so many breeds concede due care
He knew that neither here nor there declared of in-between so keenly seen
Through eyes almost obscenely wide
For every wolf proceeded then to cry
.
The little boy lost in the thick of the wood cried her name
Dignified utterly fearless and brave
.
The tracks of shed tears bled the treadway to forever friends not yet made
Not a shred of flesh flayed
For a better way ahead laid
Burdened not by curse of dead weight
To the bones below the red clay
He felt gay preserved and kept safe
From the bitter chill of night
For the wolves led not astray
But to their den to shield from harm until first light
Calmly he proceeded through the dense trees to his rear
And the little boy remembered this kind act for all his years
.
The little boy remembered this kind act for all his years
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