We’ve been lost and
running since these
many moons ago
Where we are
and how we came
is not for me to know
Through the rage
of heartless weather
wrought by skies unkind
We still race
to keep the pace
for what we hope
our final run will find
Crossing the tundra
fighting the snow
trusting instinct
where to go
Perilous mountains
rise in our path
urging the gods
to vent their wrath
Loping through
this ageless forest
pale moon on the rise
carving shadow
'neath our flight
that we may realize
that for all the
wooded darkness
moonlight might betray
what we are
and what we seek
and what this aged voice
will never say
Fording the rivers
besting their chill
finding the air
colder still
Thirsting for sunrise
we rest on the run
cursing the clouds
that shield the sun
We are hunters of an open country
seen by our hearts and dreams
and by the hunger chasing us
Restless eyes and distant skyline
melt into night that seems
kin to the season facing us
On the wind
our fathers whisper
that the path is true
but with cold
and empty belly
hard to keep in view
Still the deep
and vibrant calling
surges to the fore
Lick your wounds
and quell your pain
the trail is long
you'll run forevermore
Racing your shadow's
speeding grace
urging the pack
to keep the pace
Leaping the chasms
plunging the deep
ceding your life
the pace to keep
Winds are fading
with the darkness
dawning is at hand
Chasms rise
and mountains part
to yield their hinterland
Blinded by the
sudden stillness
shivering I see
No more wolf
no more life
no more always running
left for me
Facing the shadow
I hoist my pride
I reach the well
deep inside
Mythical water
you slake my thirst
I surge to light
as shackles burst
