Path Of Paws
#1 of Poetry
This is a poem I created in a single night after a fundamental realization of something I have been trying to comprehend my entire life. It is very roughly written in the style of the early translation of the Poetic Edda by Henry Adams Bellows, but is ultimately my own unique style that I used on the spur of the moment.
I must give a deep gratitude of thanks to Lykanos for being the one to finally help me make the realization to a life-long quest I have been on. Without him, I would still be wandering down a path with no clue what lies ahead. He is a good man, and a good werewolf, the likes of which this world needs more like him.
My life a quest | of which I knew
From the young time | to the silver age
The path of paws | I have long followed
A life spent traveling | searching and pondering
I know not where | from whence I came
I see not where | I am to go
Of triumph and victory | with despair and misery
My life a journey | to a land unknown
But now I see | with my own eyes
A glimpse of light | and a shed tear
For the first time | in a life short
I see the future | and a view forward
My glimpse of what | the world truly be
A wolf has shown | a future to find
Now the path seen | fear is passing fleetingly
I still know not | where I'm to go
The stars and luna | now guide my steps
The path is clear | for now progress begins
Through tears of joy | I know fully now
My quest of life | is not in vane
Through my own will | and perseverance of stead
I now know what | I must move towards
A heart now filled | with joy not pained
My will now strong | a soul now complete
And now I hear | the words long forgotten
"Teach not through teachers | teach by your leading"