NOTE: THIS IS NOT MINE, I FOUND THIS LOOKING UP WOLF LEGENDS
I prowl the shadow lands
Looking for the lost and the damned
I am the pack leader without a pack
I am the fallen looking for a way back.
I hear the calls of the chosen
I race forward against time
For all is won and lost
And all hope has its cost.
Listen
For my foot falls shadow the wind
My heartbeat is thunder in the air
And I breathe to the sound of a whisper
And you will know that I am there.
See the sun and know my hopes
Feel the rain and know my tears
Taste the wind and know I live
Hold the earth and you will hold life.
So if you are lost, whisper my name
Wayward and damned, may again seek the truth
I will gather the pack
And guard your back
And all will stand as one
Their feet are falling on forgotten paths,
their long-lost voices are filling the sky.
While their yellow eyes cut through the night;
they leave their tracks on the muddy riversides.
The wolves are coming...
The forest whispers of their return,
of their attempt to restore themselves in Creation,
to weave themselves back into the web of life
that connects all living things.
The wolves are coming...
Their teeth are seeking out their pray tonight,
the deer and the elk, the cattle and sheep,
and they will leave blood and bones scattered in their wake.
Yet meat is what they need, so on meat they must feed.
The wolves are coming...
Some of us will greet them with traps and bullets,
others with songs and drums,
Some will say, "Welcome home brother."
others will say, "Be gone killer!"
The wolves are coming...
Some of them will come alone, others will come in packs.
Gray wolves, black wolves, brown wolves, silver wolves,
even white wolves, all coming back,
back to the lands they once roamed.
The wolves are coming...
Some of us will like it, some of us will not.
Some of us will stalk them with cameras,
and others will stalk them with guns.
And then we tremble when they stalk us.
The wolves are coming...
They are clothed in mystery and majesty,
surrounded by our love and hate.
They wander through our thoughts and dreams,
and they appear in our stories and legends.
The wolves are coming...
Their young will play in the meadows,
the old ones will doze in the sun,
and the alphas will watch over them both,
for they are not just a pack, but a family.
The wolves are coming...
Now their howls are echoing in the mountains,
carried by the cold winds down into our logging camps,
our real estate developments, our cities,
and our delusions of conquest.
The spirit of the Wolf resides in my heart
Mostly peacefully, yet ever wild
Running in time to the blowing wind
Dancing in the clouds that drift in the Heavens.
The spirit of the Wolf resides in my soul
Longing to hear the song of the Great One
Striving to be that which I am in my natural state
Succeeding only because of the Love that the Universe grants me.
