NORTHERN WOLVES
Ride up the North
prevail seasons of white.
a winter wonderland
to tempt and lure your sight
The deeper you go
the whispers beckon you to come closer
wicked claws grip at your limbs
feast of flesh and bones begins
Highborn rules the land
Blackridge pool suffer in silence
A female warrior determined to rise
from the ashes
She doesn’t know,
how this will end.
Will she be tough?
Or a broken soul and dead
Nothing misses his silvery grey eyes
he will claim her in disguise and lies
there is nowhere to run
she will accept her fate against her will
The trees sway by his fearful roars
everyone bends the knee and bow
Deep into the Northern soil
within its twisted roots
where the only
Alpha Demetrius rules
