the last Irish wolf, 1786

to the day the darkness
brings an end
I am the last Irish wolf
the darkness is my friend

they killed me
and they skinned me
as the virgin
snows a'fell

but the tavern's cheers
are qualified
they know
I wait in hell

I am the peerless hunter
as constant as the tide
"Mactyre" they call me
outcast son of the countryside

my eye contains a private death
my claw imprisons hope
I'm the thread of fear a'runneth
through the cord of every rope

I am alpha to the moonlit oaks
to the mountains and the rain
I am balm to all the natural laws
and thus I will remain

to stalk the stars
to kill the clouds
to forage in the lands
to sleep in the belly of time

untouched by human hands
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2019

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Comments (2)

salamuna
i do not have words to express how much i loved it. Just great Ru! Gr. Lilly applause
godsprincessonline today!
Wonderful descriptive poem!

Kathy teddybear
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