And Wolf Watches (a folk song that lacks music)

by Adam Dyson

Tiger stands astride the borders of her nature,
Aquaphobic of the trust required to swim,
Soaked and freezing from her lonely nights of waiting
For the ever-coming promised nights with him.

Burning forest all around him strides the Horse now,
Fresh from battle with the beasts that blocked their way,
Calls to Tiger on the far side of the river
That the path is clear for them to find a way.

So they talk in gentle tones about the journey
That has brought them to this place amid the trees,
Of the anvil and the price she paid upon it
For the tempered blade he forged to set them free.

As the pain is softened there to lingered sorrow
And her stripes begin to fade upon the breeze,
So the grief at losing all that he had fought for
Shakes the hero’s heart and drops him to his knees.

For the dawning light that day had brought another
And she’d turned and heeded Rooster’s gentle call.
All she’d left upon the water was reflection
With her love and just the echo of her call.

High above upon a ledge a Wolf sits watching.
Ancient eyes weep gently for the fallen soul,
But he knows the new year brings a blazing stallion
Where there weeps a broken hearted little foal.

As the Rabbit scurries off to sleep the winter
And the ground shakes to the Dragon’s coming wings,
So the Wolf who sits there high above their turning
Lifts his head and howls the promises it brings.

As he turns his ageless eyes upon our watching
So the lesson there is clear for us to mind,
Never turn yourself entirely to the future
Lest you find your heart was lost and left behind.


Posted on 12/26/2011
Copyright © 2021 Adam Dyson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/02/12 at 07:15 PM

Seems to me, a moment not lived is a moment lost to destiny. We exercised our free will to the very last of it. And in the conclusion, all is as it should be, and ever will be again. Love love love the beauty in the telling of your story.

Posted by Dan Linn on 07/25/13 at 03:54 PM

Beautifully evocative, brilliant images, mythic scope, and classic atmosphere. A lovely folk ballad sung by an ancient primal bard.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/26/13 at 02:16 AM

Captivating tale, rhyming perfectly executed, mythic and enduring. Congrats on POTD!

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