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Christmas Dream

On the eve
of the Christ King's day,
a vision I had
of the Wanderer's design.
In my sleep
it did come,
a ravenous wolf
battle worn and old.

In the great hall
a boar at its side,
together they played
and I did see.
The wolf then turned
its unkind attention on me,
face to face
I fell in fear.

It did not bite
or tear me asunder,
in disbelief
my life was spared.
It licked my face
and went back to play,
no harm came
in its good grace.

A new wolf came
just like the first,
gray was its coat
like a linked shirt.
Strong there it stood
no care in the world,
regal like a king
its crown was its teeth.

Young it seemed
the new beast at play,
happy and calm
gorgeous to see.
With no sound the boar was gone,
the sad beast left
the company of kings.

I joined the wolves
as one at their play,
my fur gray and thick
on four feet I walked.
I knew then
I was their kin,
to join them in
the War-God's den.


- License: This poem may be freely distributed, provided
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Image: "All together" - Wolves howling, 1944, by Adolph Murie.
This work is in the public domain in the United States
because it is a work of the United States Federal Government.

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