2018.06.09.
Wolf King
A wolf brother was striding through the sleeping groveAmong thick shrubs and misty trees...
He lifted his clawed hands as a gesture of triumph
... He lasted in secret...
For ages, by the rustle of leaves
The trees have lived with him
Shadows of his brothers wandering among the rocks
Wolf King!
Winters pass like pictures in dreams
And he lasts on this soil
A wolf brother was striding through the sleeping grove
Speaking through his glittering eyes
He showed the white fangs as a gesture of triumph
He lasted in a victorious ecstasy...