Post by Emeraldblaze on Jul 23, 2009 12:58:44 GMT -5
i like these and i forget where i found them.
The WOLF
by James William McWhorter - 1996
The WOLF
In vicious packs these creatures roam From their mouths secrete forth spit and foam.
Their black eyes glitter as they hunt thier prey.
After a night of thier killing sport they seek a warm place to lay.
When one of their many die Their spiritual wings unfold and fly.
To the mysterious full moon they howl.
Which injures but illuminates they're nightly prowl.
Only from the essence of nature do these wolves ever partake.
Which leads to question the human's hate.
Who abuse all worldly things and waste everything they take.
From the Soul of a Wolf
We've seen mountains grow from hills,
and trees grow tall.
We've felt years go on,
only to grow old and fall.
With my brothers and sisters
that's also the same.
You see we've lived many a moon,
but now our time has came.
The two-legs have come in,
and killed all of our prey.
This must be a sign,
that now we must pay.
We're all so confused,
because what have we done?
We don't have an answer,
so soon we'll all be gone.
We'll never again,
see the water freeze.
Our howls will never again,
be carried on the breeze.
I am a wolf,
older than you know,
and all of this,
has come from my soul.
So believe what you want,
and do what you may.
But we need the two-legs help,
if we are to see another day.
The Life of a Wolf
I came into this world
helpless and blind.
I drank mother's milk,
my brothers and sisters alike.
Soon we ventured out,
out of our dark den,
into the big bright world,
where on our family we must depend.
With my siblings I play,
exploring the world around me.
Not caring what's to come,
because my spirit is free.
I learn how to hunt,
by watching the pack.
They bring back dinner,
and will forever watch my back.
I see many generations
of pups go by,
but not once did I think,
that my pack would start to die.
It started out slowly,
then started to get fast.
Pretty soon my pack was gone,
and only I was left.
I'll never know what happened,
I only know they died with a bang.
I hope the bang gets me next,
so I can be with them and sing.
Running Away
The two-legs killed my mother,
my brothers and sisters too,
and now I'm on the run,
I don't know what to do.
Running through the river,
and weaving through the trees.
I feel a sharp pain,
and fall to my knees.
The two-legs has got me.
I'll be with my family soon.
Now the two-legs is over me,
as I get one last look at the moon.
Chasing the Prey
I see the caribou,
straight ahead.
The pack attacks.
Soon it will be dead.
In so many weeks,
we've not killed any prey.
This is a victory.
We'll live to see another day.
Wolf
We see mountains grow from hills,
and trees grow tall.
We feel years go on,
only to grow old and fall.
Our howls echo,
through the tall trees.
They bounce off the mountains,
and are carried on the breeze.
The Native Americans respect us,
regard us as sacred and wise.
They see a piece of themselves,
when they gaze into our eyes.
This all may no longer be,
for our fight has begun.
We wish not to live,
in fear of hunters guns.
Native American Quotes
A big black Alpha-wolf climes a hill in the fading light, so he can sing and howl throughout the coming night.
The dwindling sunlight plays on his eyes and face, as he stands there tall, a noble member of a dying race.
As the sun sets he lifts his head to sing, and his voice causes the very air to ring.
Away in the forest the wolf-pack picks up their Alpha's song, and they all begin to howl togeather - loud and long.
Suddenly a gunshot sounds out through the night, and down goes the black wolf-leader without a fight.
Sprawled out on the hill, bleeding, life dims in his eyes, he shudders and whimpers, and finally he dies.
Then the human walks up the hill, his gun held high, looking down at the wolf with a satified sigh.
He kneels down, his heart swelling with pride, wondering how much money he'll get for the wolf's hide.
Then he takes the wolf away, an animal he holds but dose not love, not noticing the Alpha-wolf's spirit watching him from Above.
Now the night is quiet and silent and still, and no more wolf-cries sound from the hill.
Then the wolf's pack creeps from the trees, their thick pelts rippling in the cool night breeze.
They run to the place where their Alpha was slain, but all they find on the grass is a big, red bloodstain.
Then the Alpha's mate, her belly full of pups, begins a new song, about their loyal leader and of his that was so wrong.
All the wolves mournfully howl, then at last they go away, sad that their leader will not see the next day.
Yet that day is happier, for six wolf pups are born, and the Alpha-wolf's mate ceases to mourn.
Two of the wolf pups are brown, and three are gray, soom they are playing about in the warm spring day.
But the sixth pup, who is jet black, is at the center of their play, growling and bossing them aroung in a very Alpha-like way.
He has the same noble look his father had once worn, and the wolf-pack relises that a new leader has beem born.
Now, years later, a new black Alpha
Treat the beasts of this
land as his brother.
What is man without
the beasts? if all the
beasts were gone, man
would die from a great
loneliness of spirit. For
whatever happens to
the beasts, also happens
to the man.
Chief Seattle of the Puget Sound Suwamish Tribe (1855)
We yield to our neighbors,
even our animal neighbors
the same right as ourselves,
to Inhabit this land.
Sitting Bull
Legend of the Phantom Wolf
It is said that a young princess named Youkioko once lived in a castle within the woods of Japan . She was very beautiful and attracted many suitors but she wanted none of them. Youkioko made friends with animals easily. One of her best animal friends was a young female wolf affectionately named Starbright. She and Starbright shared many great adventures together. No one thought anything could separate the two and they knew in their hearts if one died the other would follow.
There were rumors of a hunter dressed in black and his faithful and intimidating black wolf. It was said that the wolf was of the shadow realm but very few people believed this rumor. One day the princess wandered into the forest and met there two. The princess feared for her life.
"What do you want with me?" she asked.
"We don't want you, but we can use you as bait for your wolf friend." said the hunter.
Wolf I am, Everything
in darkness Will be good
In light because Maheo
Wherever I search Protects us
Wherever I run Ea ea ea ho.
- Song of a Cheyenne scout..
"Amaguk is like Nunamiut. He doesn't hunt
when the weather is bad.
He likes to play. He works hard to get food for his family.
His hair starts to get white when her gets old."
Of Wolves and Men
The Native Americans call animals the children of the earth
The wolf they call big mouth, Legend says the wolf sent spirit messages to the world beyond.
Author unknown
The White Man must
"What do you want with Starbright?" asked Youkioko.
"We have heard legends of the beauty of your shewolf and her pelt would sell for quite a lot." said the hunter.
His wolf growled at the princess ferociously. Before any harm could befall the princess Starbright appeared in front of her. The black wolf immediately backed off of princess Youkioko.
"Starbright!" cried the princess.
Starbright attack the black wolf. Before see could kill the black wolf the princess was fatally wounded by the hunter. Starbright fought as valiantly as she could but in the end she to was fatally wounded. With the last of her strength Starbright killed the hunter and his wolf and made it to princess Youkioko. They died in each others arms.
It is said to this day that if a young woman wanders into those woods that the scene repeats its self. Except the young woman is the one that Starbright is protecting and this time Starbright chases them off and leads the woman to safety.
Some say that history is repeating its self because of Starbright's grief over not being able to rescue the princess.
Written by: Sabrina Lyles age: 19
The Black Alpha Wolf
stands atop the hill and cries, while the old one watches proudly from the Heavenly skies.
The young wolf-leader howls long, the boldly says: no matter what happens, there will be wolves here...always!
by Sloane Jensesn, age 17, 2007
How the wolf got it's grey coat
At one point in time, all wolves were white. Every-single-one. There wasn't another color. One wolf was named Tala (Native-American for wolf). Tala hated the color white and decided to be another color. She went to the nearby Native American village, snuck in quietly, and stole a pot of red paint. When she found an open area, she dumped it on the ground to make a puddle. She rolled in the puddle until she was red all over. Then she went to the river to look at her reflection and see her knew color.
When she got to the river, she frowned. "I look horrible in this color," she said. "Red is not my color." So she went back to the Native American village and stole a pot of yellow paint. Tala went back to the open area and dumped the pot on the ground and rolled until she was yellow all over. She went to the river to see the results. She frowned. "I look a dead leaf in autumn," she grumbled. "Yellow is not my color." Again she went to Native American village a stole a pot of green paint. Then she walked to the open area, dumped the pot of paint on the ground and rolled in it. Again, Tala went to the river. Her reflection did not make her happy.
"I look like a rotting fruit," Tala complained. "Green is not my color."
She went back to the Native American village and stole a pot of blue paint. She dumped it on the open area and rolled in it until every inch of her fur was covered in blue paint. She went to the river and sat down shaking her head.
"I look like a night sky," she said. The she asked the river, " River, will you wash the paint off my fur?"
"Certainly", said the river.
Tala jumped into the river and rolled until she was clean. "Thank you, River," she said.
The River chuckled. "But you did not get all the paint off. All those colors mixed to make gray. You're whole back is covered in gray paint."
"Oh, well," Tala grumbled. "It's better than white."
By The Turner Family
She Wolf
One night I decided to go for a walk. The house seemed warm so I decided I needed a little fresh air. I took the path through the trees and started up the mountain. The moon was full and the stars shinned brightly. A warm breeze filled the air. As I got close the top of the mountain, I could hear a faint cry in the distance. A chill ran through my body, not from fear but from the sadness of the cry. I kept walking, getting nearer to the cry. As I got to the top of the mountain just a few feet away, stood a beautiful black male wolf. I got behind a couple of rocks not wanting him to see me. How beautiful he looked in the moonlight.
He sat there looking up at the moon, howling with such sadness. I sat there watching and wondering why he could be so sad. Then suddenly I heard a noise coming from the trees behind me, just a little ways down the mountain. I sat there wondering what it could be. The wolf turned and started down the mountain. The night got so quiet, nothing could be heard. I stared at the trees wondering what was approaching us. Then from the distance I saw her. She was beautiful. Just coming out trees she stood there staring into the night. I watched the black wolf moving slowly down the mountain. Wondering what he was thinking and what he would do. He stopped just for a second, staring at this beautiful Shewolf. Suddenly he started to run, faster and faster towards the Shewolf.
As he got to her, she laid on the ground. He ran to her side, tail wagging, ears standing tall. He started to sniff this Shewolf, moving slowly around her. She raised her head and licked his nose. Suddenly he started rolling on the ground, like a little puppy. Then I knew this is why his sadness, he was waiting for his, Shewolf. The two of them, started rubbing against each other, sniffing and licking one another. Showing their love for one another. The black wolf stood so proudly, knowing now she was by his side. The black wolf started to go up the mountain. Looking back and with a little cry as if to tell her to follow him. She took a few steps, then suddenly went down. He watched her fall and went running back to her. I got a little closer to see what was happening. He stood by her side, nuzzling her with his nose, but alas she did not move. Again and again he nuzzled her, trying to get her to follow him. But again his attempts failed. He lay by her side, crying. He starts to lick her again, then stops. He looks at her side and notices that something is wrong. He leans over and then notices the blood.
No, he cries, no this can't be. I have just found my Shewolf, please he cries don't take her from me now. He licks the wound, but she does not move. He looks into her eyes and sees her life slowly leaving her. She raises her head one more time, a faint cry can be heard,the cry of death. She slowly lays her head back down. The Black Wolf lays his head on her side. He watches as she takes her last breathe. The night is so still, nothing moving not even the night sounds can be heard, as if the animals knew this beautiful black wolf has lost his Shewolf. He slowly stands, not moving, he stares at his beloved Shewolf. He starts back up the mountain, only glancing back at his love, laying there so still, so lifeless. He slowly turns back to her and cries to her one last time, but she does not move. He turns back and slowly heads back to the top of the mountain. He stands there so tall, and proud. His head hangs low to the ground. still the night is quiet. I try and get a little closer to him, to watch his beauty. Slowly he raises his head. His eyes filled with tears, from deep within him, he cries again to the moon. As if to say, why did you take my Shewolf away when you just brought her back to me. Again and again he cries,the cries of loosing his, Shewolf.
The Return Of My SheWolf!!!!!
Here in the dark I stand. I smell the night air searching for any danger that might surround me. I am alone. I look to the skies and see the moon. So full and yellow. I feel the urge to cry to it, but something holds me back. I know not what it is, but I sense something is not right. I have just finished my nightly meal, drank the cool water. My hunger has been satisfied, my thirst is no more. But still I feel uneasy. Then I hear a noise.
Not certain what it is or where it came from. Then suddenly I feel pain. I know now what the sound was. Man has taken his madness out on me. I run but I am in so much pain. I run faster, trying to find a place to hide... faster and faster, not wanting to surrender myself to death. Finally I come upon a cave. I crawl slowly inside and fall to the ground. The pain slowly starts to ease, but I know my time is near. I try to lick my wound, taste my blood and it makes me afraid. I feel my life slowly being drained from my body. I drag myself to the opening of the cave. I must see the moon one more time before I die. The night is so still, nothing seems to be moving. I feel my heart beating slower, knowing it won't be long now before my life will end. I look up at the moon. It seems so eerie now. Clouds glide across it almost ghostly. A small cry comes from within me. A cry of fear, of pain. I lay my head down once again. My body feels so cold. I wonder if this is what death is. To be alone, so cold, so dark. I try to raise my head, but to no avail.
My strength is slowing leaving me. I feel a numbness now and a sort of peace come over me. I close my eyes and death surrounds me. I lay there for a bit and something starts to happen. I start to feel different, but I'm not use why. I slowly get to my feet, stand there just for a second and the slowly I turn around. I look down at the ground and with fear in my heart, I see myself laying there, not moving. No, I say to myself. This can't be happening. I wonder is this a dream. is it a fantasy that I will wake from. I turn and walk away from the cave into the dark, not knowing where I am going. I walk what seems like miles but yet I am not tired. I see a stream just ahead of me. I walk towards it. The moon is shinning so bright I see my reflection coming from the water, but wait!!! that is not me. I look again scared of the reflection in the water. No, I cry, that is not me. who is this that is looking back at me. I am a Black Wolf, but the image in the water is that of a White Wolf.
I start to run.. faster and faster... Heading for my home atop the big mountain... As I run the animals seem not to fear me as if I am not really here.. I don't understand it so I run faster until I reach my home. I sit there for awhile, wondering what has happen to me. Suddenly a warm feeling comes over me. I hear a strange sound coming from the distance. I look up and a peace comes over me. In the distance running towards me is my she wolf. I run to her, my heart pounding with the love I have for her. She draws close, her eyes sparkling from the rays of the moon. We look at one another and without saying a word, I know now I have joined my SheWolf...
"Written by Susan 3/24/97"
The Mark of the Wolf
I prowl the shadow lands
Looking for the lost and the d**ned
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 d**ned, may again seek the truth
I will gather the pack
And guard your back
And all will stand as one
By Scott aka Shadow Wolf
The WOLF
by James William McWhorter - 1996
The WOLF
In vicious packs these creatures roam From their mouths secrete forth spit and foam.
Their black eyes glitter as they hunt thier prey.
After a night of thier killing sport they seek a warm place to lay.
When one of their many die Their spiritual wings unfold and fly.
To the mysterious full moon they howl.
Which injures but illuminates they're nightly prowl.
Only from the essence of nature do these wolves ever partake.
Which leads to question the human's hate.
Who abuse all worldly things and waste everything they take.
From the Soul of a Wolf
We've seen mountains grow from hills,
and trees grow tall.
We've felt years go on,
only to grow old and fall.
With my brothers and sisters
that's also the same.
You see we've lived many a moon,
but now our time has came.
The two-legs have come in,
and killed all of our prey.
This must be a sign,
that now we must pay.
We're all so confused,
because what have we done?
We don't have an answer,
so soon we'll all be gone.
We'll never again,
see the water freeze.
Our howls will never again,
be carried on the breeze.
I am a wolf,
older than you know,
and all of this,
has come from my soul.
So believe what you want,
and do what you may.
But we need the two-legs help,
if we are to see another day.
The Life of a Wolf
I came into this world
helpless and blind.
I drank mother's milk,
my brothers and sisters alike.
Soon we ventured out,
out of our dark den,
into the big bright world,
where on our family we must depend.
With my siblings I play,
exploring the world around me.
Not caring what's to come,
because my spirit is free.
I learn how to hunt,
by watching the pack.
They bring back dinner,
and will forever watch my back.
I see many generations
of pups go by,
but not once did I think,
that my pack would start to die.
It started out slowly,
then started to get fast.
Pretty soon my pack was gone,
and only I was left.
I'll never know what happened,
I only know they died with a bang.
I hope the bang gets me next,
so I can be with them and sing.
Running Away
The two-legs killed my mother,
my brothers and sisters too,
and now I'm on the run,
I don't know what to do.
Running through the river,
and weaving through the trees.
I feel a sharp pain,
and fall to my knees.
The two-legs has got me.
I'll be with my family soon.
Now the two-legs is over me,
as I get one last look at the moon.
Chasing the Prey
I see the caribou,
straight ahead.
The pack attacks.
Soon it will be dead.
In so many weeks,
we've not killed any prey.
This is a victory.
We'll live to see another day.
Wolf
We see mountains grow from hills,
and trees grow tall.
We feel years go on,
only to grow old and fall.
Our howls echo,
through the tall trees.
They bounce off the mountains,
and are carried on the breeze.
The Native Americans respect us,
regard us as sacred and wise.
They see a piece of themselves,
when they gaze into our eyes.
This all may no longer be,
for our fight has begun.
We wish not to live,
in fear of hunters guns.
Native American Quotes
A big black Alpha-wolf climes a hill in the fading light, so he can sing and howl throughout the coming night.
The dwindling sunlight plays on his eyes and face, as he stands there tall, a noble member of a dying race.
As the sun sets he lifts his head to sing, and his voice causes the very air to ring.
Away in the forest the wolf-pack picks up their Alpha's song, and they all begin to howl togeather - loud and long.
Suddenly a gunshot sounds out through the night, and down goes the black wolf-leader without a fight.
Sprawled out on the hill, bleeding, life dims in his eyes, he shudders and whimpers, and finally he dies.
Then the human walks up the hill, his gun held high, looking down at the wolf with a satified sigh.
He kneels down, his heart swelling with pride, wondering how much money he'll get for the wolf's hide.
Then he takes the wolf away, an animal he holds but dose not love, not noticing the Alpha-wolf's spirit watching him from Above.
Now the night is quiet and silent and still, and no more wolf-cries sound from the hill.
Then the wolf's pack creeps from the trees, their thick pelts rippling in the cool night breeze.
They run to the place where their Alpha was slain, but all they find on the grass is a big, red bloodstain.
Then the Alpha's mate, her belly full of pups, begins a new song, about their loyal leader and of his that was so wrong.
All the wolves mournfully howl, then at last they go away, sad that their leader will not see the next day.
Yet that day is happier, for six wolf pups are born, and the Alpha-wolf's mate ceases to mourn.
Two of the wolf pups are brown, and three are gray, soom they are playing about in the warm spring day.
But the sixth pup, who is jet black, is at the center of their play, growling and bossing them aroung in a very Alpha-like way.
He has the same noble look his father had once worn, and the wolf-pack relises that a new leader has beem born.
Now, years later, a new black Alpha
Treat the beasts of this
land as his brother.
What is man without
the beasts? if all the
beasts were gone, man
would die from a great
loneliness of spirit. For
whatever happens to
the beasts, also happens
to the man.
Chief Seattle of the Puget Sound Suwamish Tribe (1855)
We yield to our neighbors,
even our animal neighbors
the same right as ourselves,
to Inhabit this land.
Sitting Bull
Legend of the Phantom Wolf
It is said that a young princess named Youkioko once lived in a castle within the woods of Japan . She was very beautiful and attracted many suitors but she wanted none of them. Youkioko made friends with animals easily. One of her best animal friends was a young female wolf affectionately named Starbright. She and Starbright shared many great adventures together. No one thought anything could separate the two and they knew in their hearts if one died the other would follow.
There were rumors of a hunter dressed in black and his faithful and intimidating black wolf. It was said that the wolf was of the shadow realm but very few people believed this rumor. One day the princess wandered into the forest and met there two. The princess feared for her life.
"What do you want with me?" she asked.
"We don't want you, but we can use you as bait for your wolf friend." said the hunter.
Wolf I am, Everything
in darkness Will be good
In light because Maheo
Wherever I search Protects us
Wherever I run Ea ea ea ho.
- Song of a Cheyenne scout..
"Amaguk is like Nunamiut. He doesn't hunt
when the weather is bad.
He likes to play. He works hard to get food for his family.
His hair starts to get white when her gets old."
Of Wolves and Men
The Native Americans call animals the children of the earth
The wolf they call big mouth, Legend says the wolf sent spirit messages to the world beyond.
Author unknown
The White Man must
"What do you want with Starbright?" asked Youkioko.
"We have heard legends of the beauty of your shewolf and her pelt would sell for quite a lot." said the hunter.
His wolf growled at the princess ferociously. Before any harm could befall the princess Starbright appeared in front of her. The black wolf immediately backed off of princess Youkioko.
"Starbright!" cried the princess.
Starbright attack the black wolf. Before see could kill the black wolf the princess was fatally wounded by the hunter. Starbright fought as valiantly as she could but in the end she to was fatally wounded. With the last of her strength Starbright killed the hunter and his wolf and made it to princess Youkioko. They died in each others arms.
It is said to this day that if a young woman wanders into those woods that the scene repeats its self. Except the young woman is the one that Starbright is protecting and this time Starbright chases them off and leads the woman to safety.
Some say that history is repeating its self because of Starbright's grief over not being able to rescue the princess.
Written by: Sabrina Lyles age: 19
The Black Alpha Wolf
stands atop the hill and cries, while the old one watches proudly from the Heavenly skies.
The young wolf-leader howls long, the boldly says: no matter what happens, there will be wolves here...always!
by Sloane Jensesn, age 17, 2007
How the wolf got it's grey coat
At one point in time, all wolves were white. Every-single-one. There wasn't another color. One wolf was named Tala (Native-American for wolf). Tala hated the color white and decided to be another color. She went to the nearby Native American village, snuck in quietly, and stole a pot of red paint. When she found an open area, she dumped it on the ground to make a puddle. She rolled in the puddle until she was red all over. Then she went to the river to look at her reflection and see her knew color.
When she got to the river, she frowned. "I look horrible in this color," she said. "Red is not my color." So she went back to the Native American village and stole a pot of yellow paint. Tala went back to the open area and dumped the pot on the ground and rolled until she was yellow all over. She went to the river to see the results. She frowned. "I look a dead leaf in autumn," she grumbled. "Yellow is not my color." Again she went to Native American village a stole a pot of green paint. Then she walked to the open area, dumped the pot of paint on the ground and rolled in it. Again, Tala went to the river. Her reflection did not make her happy.
"I look like a rotting fruit," Tala complained. "Green is not my color."
She went back to the Native American village and stole a pot of blue paint. She dumped it on the open area and rolled in it until every inch of her fur was covered in blue paint. She went to the river and sat down shaking her head.
"I look like a night sky," she said. The she asked the river, " River, will you wash the paint off my fur?"
"Certainly", said the river.
Tala jumped into the river and rolled until she was clean. "Thank you, River," she said.
The River chuckled. "But you did not get all the paint off. All those colors mixed to make gray. You're whole back is covered in gray paint."
"Oh, well," Tala grumbled. "It's better than white."
By The Turner Family
She Wolf
One night I decided to go for a walk. The house seemed warm so I decided I needed a little fresh air. I took the path through the trees and started up the mountain. The moon was full and the stars shinned brightly. A warm breeze filled the air. As I got close the top of the mountain, I could hear a faint cry in the distance. A chill ran through my body, not from fear but from the sadness of the cry. I kept walking, getting nearer to the cry. As I got to the top of the mountain just a few feet away, stood a beautiful black male wolf. I got behind a couple of rocks not wanting him to see me. How beautiful he looked in the moonlight.
He sat there looking up at the moon, howling with such sadness. I sat there watching and wondering why he could be so sad. Then suddenly I heard a noise coming from the trees behind me, just a little ways down the mountain. I sat there wondering what it could be. The wolf turned and started down the mountain. The night got so quiet, nothing could be heard. I stared at the trees wondering what was approaching us. Then from the distance I saw her. She was beautiful. Just coming out trees she stood there staring into the night. I watched the black wolf moving slowly down the mountain. Wondering what he was thinking and what he would do. He stopped just for a second, staring at this beautiful Shewolf. Suddenly he started to run, faster and faster towards the Shewolf.
As he got to her, she laid on the ground. He ran to her side, tail wagging, ears standing tall. He started to sniff this Shewolf, moving slowly around her. She raised her head and licked his nose. Suddenly he started rolling on the ground, like a little puppy. Then I knew this is why his sadness, he was waiting for his, Shewolf. The two of them, started rubbing against each other, sniffing and licking one another. Showing their love for one another. The black wolf stood so proudly, knowing now she was by his side. The black wolf started to go up the mountain. Looking back and with a little cry as if to tell her to follow him. She took a few steps, then suddenly went down. He watched her fall and went running back to her. I got a little closer to see what was happening. He stood by her side, nuzzling her with his nose, but alas she did not move. Again and again he nuzzled her, trying to get her to follow him. But again his attempts failed. He lay by her side, crying. He starts to lick her again, then stops. He looks at her side and notices that something is wrong. He leans over and then notices the blood.
No, he cries, no this can't be. I have just found my Shewolf, please he cries don't take her from me now. He licks the wound, but she does not move. He looks into her eyes and sees her life slowly leaving her. She raises her head one more time, a faint cry can be heard,the cry of death. She slowly lays her head back down. The Black Wolf lays his head on her side. He watches as she takes her last breathe. The night is so still, nothing moving not even the night sounds can be heard, as if the animals knew this beautiful black wolf has lost his Shewolf. He slowly stands, not moving, he stares at his beloved Shewolf. He starts back up the mountain, only glancing back at his love, laying there so still, so lifeless. He slowly turns back to her and cries to her one last time, but she does not move. He turns back and slowly heads back to the top of the mountain. He stands there so tall, and proud. His head hangs low to the ground. still the night is quiet. I try and get a little closer to him, to watch his beauty. Slowly he raises his head. His eyes filled with tears, from deep within him, he cries again to the moon. As if to say, why did you take my Shewolf away when you just brought her back to me. Again and again he cries,the cries of loosing his, Shewolf.
The Return Of My SheWolf!!!!!
Here in the dark I stand. I smell the night air searching for any danger that might surround me. I am alone. I look to the skies and see the moon. So full and yellow. I feel the urge to cry to it, but something holds me back. I know not what it is, but I sense something is not right. I have just finished my nightly meal, drank the cool water. My hunger has been satisfied, my thirst is no more. But still I feel uneasy. Then I hear a noise.
Not certain what it is or where it came from. Then suddenly I feel pain. I know now what the sound was. Man has taken his madness out on me. I run but I am in so much pain. I run faster, trying to find a place to hide... faster and faster, not wanting to surrender myself to death. Finally I come upon a cave. I crawl slowly inside and fall to the ground. The pain slowly starts to ease, but I know my time is near. I try to lick my wound, taste my blood and it makes me afraid. I feel my life slowly being drained from my body. I drag myself to the opening of the cave. I must see the moon one more time before I die. The night is so still, nothing seems to be moving. I feel my heart beating slower, knowing it won't be long now before my life will end. I look up at the moon. It seems so eerie now. Clouds glide across it almost ghostly. A small cry comes from within me. A cry of fear, of pain. I lay my head down once again. My body feels so cold. I wonder if this is what death is. To be alone, so cold, so dark. I try to raise my head, but to no avail.
My strength is slowing leaving me. I feel a numbness now and a sort of peace come over me. I close my eyes and death surrounds me. I lay there for a bit and something starts to happen. I start to feel different, but I'm not use why. I slowly get to my feet, stand there just for a second and the slowly I turn around. I look down at the ground and with fear in my heart, I see myself laying there, not moving. No, I say to myself. This can't be happening. I wonder is this a dream. is it a fantasy that I will wake from. I turn and walk away from the cave into the dark, not knowing where I am going. I walk what seems like miles but yet I am not tired. I see a stream just ahead of me. I walk towards it. The moon is shinning so bright I see my reflection coming from the water, but wait!!! that is not me. I look again scared of the reflection in the water. No, I cry, that is not me. who is this that is looking back at me. I am a Black Wolf, but the image in the water is that of a White Wolf.
I start to run.. faster and faster... Heading for my home atop the big mountain... As I run the animals seem not to fear me as if I am not really here.. I don't understand it so I run faster until I reach my home. I sit there for awhile, wondering what has happen to me. Suddenly a warm feeling comes over me. I hear a strange sound coming from the distance. I look up and a peace comes over me. In the distance running towards me is my she wolf. I run to her, my heart pounding with the love I have for her. She draws close, her eyes sparkling from the rays of the moon. We look at one another and without saying a word, I know now I have joined my SheWolf...
"Written by Susan 3/24/97"
The Mark of the Wolf
I prowl the shadow lands
Looking for the lost and the d**ned
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 d**ned, may again seek the truth
I will gather the pack
And guard your back
And all will stand as one
By Scott aka Shadow Wolf
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