Poetry and Prose
Arctic wolves
Majesty, divine, luminous
You who knows no glut of pride
Flowing foamy waves in a white sea
Rippling with every stride
Your gaze enthralls my soul
O, cannot everyone see it is so,
Howling your victory hymn.
Wolf fight
Tools of death were laid bare
Yellow infernos rage in their forest eyes
Growls gushed forth from writhing tongues
Their very essences made unstable.
White ivory slashes ripped the air
Spilling the guts of the sky
Ghastly intentions stripped to the bone.
Blood Flowers
Misty mountains swallow the sun
Darkness settles like dust over the land
The chill creeps like a long-legged spider
Those unlucky enough meet its poison
Its fangs pierce the body like knives
Leaving the blooming red flower
In the snow to pollinate the earth.