The Wolf’s Cry

Wrapped up in thoughts of missed opportunities,

He leaves his mind to wander into the undone.

Drippings of dew on his winter coat and embers.

Blood, still fragrant, makes him remember

He's the Brave Hero

He's the one.

Next time, he'll be more ready and steady.

This is what made him hard;

The sharpness of the air

The power in his flesh

His steam, arizing after the fight,

Breathing deep, he licks the thought clean,  

"I'm the one feared within, all around."

He points his nose to the dawning sky

And cries a cry, waning with muscial resolve.