The Birth of a Leader
Hiding high, in mountains deep
Peaks of ice and shards of frost
Nimble feet, a dance so steep
Times forgotten, since long lost
Bloody horn of war calls men
To round flames in groups of ten
A new leader has been born
Allegiance the wolves have sworn
He cries beastly howl to sky
To which creatures gather pack
In dark black they see the flames
And lead front, around to stack
Cheers of men, an instrument
In mead and wine to liquescent
A call from woods, the howling beast
Awaits invite to leader’s feast
The men play louder, wake the dead
To gather round and see their head
Ancestors lead the wolves so eager
Towards the flames to see their leader
Their celebrations carry wind
For nights on end to dance and sing
The wolves turn dogs before their King
Whose stars of fortune stay aligned
The head draws close and fire rages
Embers will shine bright for ages
The leader’s cry has turned a growl
To which the wolves respond with howl
Heavens, pleased with earthly star
Which paints the mountains lonely bright
And they partake in celebration
With open clouds and rays of light
May the snow befall for weeks
May white peaks stay ever strong
May their ice stay clothed heaps
And bear witness to their song
