The dawn of the lone white wolf

It wasn’t too way back, not too along ago,

I was born with the fur of white snow

Pride of my pack, on each face a glow

Little did I know, it was all meant to go

 

One fateful night as I rolled over the ground

Around me, my parent’s protective bound

A fire of destruction , of flora and fauna

From the evil ones of Jaguara

 

I was a lone little pup lost in the woods

Scared and ran for life, no water or food

To love none , to trust none , I could

no place to call my neighbourhood

 

Stumbled upon a forsaken town

where everything was upside down

Discovered my true purpose in life, a man

Through the blessed words of the shaman

 

Twas foretold, a longer and gruelling journey

past all lands and the end of the seas

Bracing heartbrakes, brazen like ice

I was meant to open ‘Paradise’

 

As I started this journey , the world around died

Men killed , women and children cried

All that was good was gone, ruthless and chill

Where was the beautiful flower fille?

 

As I stumbled upon on her , I found a love

Something as old as the deep rooted mangroves

She was frail, powerful and her existance wondorous

She was all I needed in my exodus

 

Tsume , the grey and Toboe the pup

Hege the glutton, Blue as cute as buttercups

Soon joined me on this hopeless trail

Days dragged on, sanity derailed ….

 

Lord Darcia lashed out a numerous times

Forsaked by aristrocrat’s own paradise

Never thought twice about henious crimes

For Harmona, or for his metamorphosis

 

The traitor almost had his way, he killed

Toboe and Blue lay still, baring cuspids

Hege stayed on till he could no more

Bled proudly through the bore by Tsume’s fangs

 

Twas in my destiny, I could see

The lone wolf to complete this journey

I was the chosen one, orphaned again

Until I was shaken by Cheza’s wail

 

She withered right in front of my eyes

A beautiful dame, now a withered flower

I felt the polar daunting cracks on the surface of ice

She died in my arms saying “See you in paradise”

 

Darcia’s form was not his own, he was the fallen one

Tried to change the aftermath of the red moon

Walked toward the end of the line, with lust in his eyes

Thinking he would be the one to open the gates

 

Towards the end of the walk he choked

His legs shivered, his voice broke

Cheza’s poison destroyed him inside

The vile aristrocrat perished , left behind an eye

 

With all that left of my grand fight

with the man bearing an wolf’s eye

I gave up my soul and everything in sight

Fell onto the ocean bed, ‘neath the artic ice

 

What Jaguara denied to whole of creation , I gave

A new hope, a new beginning devoid of any kind of slaves

The immortal legend of any desert, of any turf

I am Kiba, The lone white wolf.

 

 

 

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