"The Wolf"
The howl of the wolf
Chilling, yet thrilling
Resounds through the starlit night.
Another howl answers
Then another
Floating up to the moon so bright.
Good or bad?
Nobeast knows.
Majestic, solitary creatures
They oft stay alone
With their own kind
Away from both goodbeast and vermin homes.
Piercing golden eyes
Short, list'ning ears
A noble head, rough thick fur
Long, ne'er tiring legs
Lope through Mossflower, close to the forest floor.
Good or bad?
Still nobeast knows
So solitary is the wolf,
That good or evil is not known.
"Dare to See"
Steel flashes, biting into bone
All around are vermin dead
And on your blade the color red
Dripping down to soak dark loam.
Dare you think of vermin lives?
Do they have children? Mothers? Wives?
Dare you wonder who now cries
For vermin dead and vermin lives?
Fury twists the warrior's face
Thinking of naught but vermin lies
Not caring as the foebeast dies
Only hating the vermin race.
Dare you care for vermin souls?
Do they dream of lifelong goals?
Dare you wonder of the roles
Played by hated vermin souls?
Pleas for mercy split the air
The foebeast thinks of mate and child
But your blade is quick and temper riled.
The pleading gaze becomes death's blank stare.
Dare you meet the vermin's gaze?
Will caring slow your deadly blades?
Dare you see through hatred's haze
Yourself within the foebeast's gaze?
"The Child Listens"
"Listen, youngling, listen well:
Of evil vermin I will tell.
Foxes, weasels, stoats, and rats,
Ferrets, martens, wildcats.
Slavers, killers, liars all-
Trust a vermin and you'll fall."
The child listens.
"I'm sorry, youngling, but it's time-
Listen to the war bells chime.
I must leave to destroy vermin.
My blade hungers for revenge of my kin
Wait for me; I shall return
Unless my body on the pyre burns."
The child waits.
"Listen, youngling, to my tale:
Your father did do battle well.
He fought bravely and did not flee,
But he met one more skilled than he.
I'm sorry, young one, I really am,
But your father will never return again."
The child weeps.
"Hello, youngling, and what do you want?
Training in the warrior's art?
You've learned to hate, now learn to kill
With blade and bow, might and skill.
Never trust a vermin's word
No truth from them has ever been heard."
The child learns.
"Well now, youngling, you're in a fix.
With my blade at your throat, don't try any tricks.
You call me vermin, but see beyond the weasel face.
Do not say I'm evil because of my race.
Leave now, youngling, and remember this, my plea:
If I were a vermin, would I set you free?"
The child flees.
The child listens to the words of what defines vermin.
The child waits for a father to return from a battle where hatred always wins.
The child weeps for a father's loss, and prejudice is fixed in stone.
The child learns how to kill, and hatred is condoned.
The child flees from the truth, unable to face that the teachings might be wrong-
and the 'vermin' might be right.
"Twilight"
White
Light
Laughter of a child
See the world through shining eyes
Sunlit forests, bright spring fields
All is right.
All is light.
All is white.
Black
Dark
Screams of grief and loss
See the world in black and white
Vermin evil, goodbeasts good
All is dead.
All is dark.
All is black.
Gray
Fade away
Whispers of good and evil merged to neither
See the world cloaked in twillight
Ending day.
All is gray.
Fades away.
The howl of the wolf
Chilling, yet thrilling
Resounds through the starlit night.
Another howl answers
Then another
Floating up to the moon so bright.
Good or bad?
Nobeast knows.
Majestic, solitary creatures
They oft stay alone
With their own kind
Away from both goodbeast and vermin homes.
Piercing golden eyes
Short, list'ning ears
A noble head, rough thick fur
Long, ne'er tiring legs
Lope through Mossflower, close to the forest floor.
Good or bad?
Still nobeast knows
So solitary is the wolf,
That good or evil is not known.
"Dare to See"
Steel flashes, biting into bone
All around are vermin dead
And on your blade the color red
Dripping down to soak dark loam.
Dare you think of vermin lives?
Do they have children? Mothers? Wives?
Dare you wonder who now cries
For vermin dead and vermin lives?
Fury twists the warrior's face
Thinking of naught but vermin lies
Not caring as the foebeast dies
Only hating the vermin race.
Dare you care for vermin souls?
Do they dream of lifelong goals?
Dare you wonder of the roles
Played by hated vermin souls?
Pleas for mercy split the air
The foebeast thinks of mate and child
But your blade is quick and temper riled.
The pleading gaze becomes death's blank stare.
Dare you meet the vermin's gaze?
Will caring slow your deadly blades?
Dare you see through hatred's haze
Yourself within the foebeast's gaze?
"The Child Listens"
"Listen, youngling, listen well:
Of evil vermin I will tell.
Foxes, weasels, stoats, and rats,
Ferrets, martens, wildcats.
Slavers, killers, liars all-
Trust a vermin and you'll fall."
The child listens.
"I'm sorry, youngling, but it's time-
Listen to the war bells chime.
I must leave to destroy vermin.
My blade hungers for revenge of my kin
Wait for me; I shall return
Unless my body on the pyre burns."
The child waits.
"Listen, youngling, to my tale:
Your father did do battle well.
He fought bravely and did not flee,
But he met one more skilled than he.
I'm sorry, young one, I really am,
But your father will never return again."
The child weeps.
"Hello, youngling, and what do you want?
Training in the warrior's art?
You've learned to hate, now learn to kill
With blade and bow, might and skill.
Never trust a vermin's word
No truth from them has ever been heard."
The child learns.
"Well now, youngling, you're in a fix.
With my blade at your throat, don't try any tricks.
You call me vermin, but see beyond the weasel face.
Do not say I'm evil because of my race.
Leave now, youngling, and remember this, my plea:
If I were a vermin, would I set you free?"
The child flees.
The child listens to the words of what defines vermin.
The child waits for a father to return from a battle where hatred always wins.
The child weeps for a father's loss, and prejudice is fixed in stone.
The child learns how to kill, and hatred is condoned.
The child flees from the truth, unable to face that the teachings might be wrong-
and the 'vermin' might be right.
"Twilight"
White
Light
Laughter of a child
See the world through shining eyes
Sunlit forests, bright spring fields
All is right.
All is light.
All is white.
Black
Dark
Screams of grief and loss
See the world in black and white
Vermin evil, goodbeasts good
All is dead.
All is dark.
All is black.
Gray
Fade away
Whispers of good and evil merged to neither
See the world cloaked in twillight
Ending day.
All is gray.
Fades away.