Sometimes... I just wonder what on earth is going on when the poetry just flows out of me... I partially blame some of my literary collaborators / inspirations for the creation of this piece! In other news, the novel has also taken a turn for the weird enough for even me to just wonder what on earth is bubbling up out of me. What started off as a fairly laid-back light-hearted story making fun of myself has turned into something a lot more monstrous where I'm exploring things I thought I either wouldn't explore again for a long ... very long ... time... or things that I would never explore. Speaking of which, I may have to go back to exploring the wolf and parakeet mythology given that there really isn't any that I know of in any of our more established mythologies and the lack of actual geographical overlap between wolves and parakeets.
Symphony of the Wolf
Grey wolf is locked inside the cage,
Each shallow breath drowns her lungs.
She dreams of shadowed forests,
Enchanted springs, forgotten joys,
An ogre sheltering her from the storm.
A song of her, a soul in need,
A shy and silent symphony
In need of a lullaby
To lighten her heart's leaden load.
Impartial firmament, abyss-dead,
Apathetic above dusty windstorm,
Petrified trees, swirling sands.
Immortal Beloved protecting her
In warm, powerful embrace, fleeting solace,
Cold iron cage shattered by meaty fists.
A catnap in the ghost town of the spirits,
Singing a song of them, souls in search
Of a gentle and peaceful symphony
In need of a nocturne-lullaby
Sleep away endless day's sorrows.
Sooty clouds menace from piano black skies,
Wolf and Immortal Beloved nestled,
Two hearts in syncopated staccato rhythm.
A song of them, a song of two friends
In need of a rejuvenating symphony
To soothe two parched hearts,
Wandering through barren, ashen desert
Shadowed by charred blood of ancient days,
Long obscured, no other footprints
Save theirs in desolate lands
Until gales sunder their paths
Kindred spirits flung to distant corners.
Grey wolf howls to barren Crossroads,
Nocturne to calm devils of choking dust,
A call to find the ogre once again.
Memories of spring-born days,
Innocence, Immortal Beloved,
Sapphire and turquoise skies,
Dreams of companionship, golden dawns,
Scarlet dusks, two souls bonded,
A catnap in the husks of wounded hearts.
A song of them, yearning spirits
Singing a song of rest and hope,
For both wounded ogre under curse of death
And lonely wolf bereft of her pack,
Both nearly crushed by leaden burden.
Two forlorn trails cross in ancient sands,
One thousand one nights unseen.
Loners searching, reaching
Amidst blinding blizzards of despair,
Footprints erased beyond memories.
Wolf and ogre blissfully reunited
Etched years erased in triumphant embrace,
Cage broken, air no longer sears her lungs,
Decades of sorrow lifted from Immortal Beloved,
Youth restored to friends torn apart
By iron cage and scorching storm.
A song of them, grateful souls
Reunited in a random walk
Within a joyous symphony.
Sky fades from vapid beige to tranquil blue,
Caustic sands give way to careless lilacs,
Rich soils studded with shy green herbs,
Canopy high above proud and vibrant,
Sheltering wolf and Immortal Beloved from rain.
A song of them, a song in need
Of a clarion-call paean,
An enchanted nocturne-lullaby,
For two companions finally free,
Forever at peace under the mighty oaks and pines,
Neither caged or torn asunder
For all eternities beyond fathoming.
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