Poems of the Wolf

[Wolfchild]

It is known by some that there are times in my life where a poem just writes itself whilst I think, due to the emotions and feelings of the time or how I have visioned a particular mark of respect to certain characters in other various stories. The poem that I include here is one of some that were written about the War of the Wolf, a horrific battle which was fought between man and said wolves, mainly for another contributed tale that I write on another forum, but is references partly in the "Golden Hall". Understand that this is written from a wolf's perspective.

The Boy
 
I took my fellows out to go
I watched my much loved soul's heart die
When, just about to count my sorrows,
Leaving saw I a sight from corner's eye.

The man that I was born to warn,
And to that end, 'ventually destroy,
Lay pouring tears from molten eyes
Half-dead, and only just a boy.

As I approached, he quick recoiled,
Scared to what ends that I might do,
And I, the wolf, could have taken back blood
Though I would not, for enough was due.

We both of creatures not understanding,
Others being great enemies,
Did shunt our weapons, be what they may
To this damned war, we did put at ease.

The child I did walk to in good faith,
For now 'twas too far gone to care
Then gazed I upon his bloody wounds
And those of mine careless to put them there.

He muttered something in strange tongue,
That I could not for life discover,
Except the word that he spoke the last,
When I realised that wolf and man shared a "Mother".

Wept I for the lad, as his eyes did close,
Lay did I also by his cold side
For in wolfish insolence I had not thought,
Each bore young, as 'twere missed when died.

My kindred wondered why I howled,
And why I mourned for him as son
But I, in heart so deeply knew,
That man and beast both love their young.

To war, it leads a fragile point,
That solely is to seek, then maim
I tell you this, my bravest few
Those who enter ne'er leave the same.
 

[Beren One-Hand]

Engaging poem, Wolfchild.  It is very unique and very interesting.  Great job!

It kind of reminded me of the legend of Romulus and Remus and the founding of Rome, and how when at a young age these two brothers were placed in a trough and thrown into the river Tiber, by the king, and left abandoned beside the river to become ophans.  And they likely would have died if it hadn't been for a she-wolf who took them as her own, and fed them her milk.

This link describes the essence of the story: http://ireland.iol.ie/~coolmine/typ/romans/romans9.html
Here is pic I found of the wolf that looked after Romulus and Remus:

[Wolfchild]

Ah, yes! The famous tale of Rome. I knew of the story, but never to the level of detail that your link describes. I read a book when I was in my first year of high school (ooo...now that's going back...seven years?) which said something like "Imagine of Remus had killed Romulus instead? They would have to call this book The Rotten Remans!". But it is a good legend anyway, as I think there is a level of feasibility that makes it much more believable, or at least more possible than others.

[Beren One-Hand]

Yes, I believe that each legend has some level of truth.  These stories had to start somewhere.  That particular one always intrigued me, though.