Bringer of the Sacred Wolf Light

A Short Poem

Let my days be like a great wolf of fire, starting the embers of a new sacred light,
Its flames like hungry wolves devouring the sun of madness causing all this spite.
Let me be like the flaming sword of great Surtr, blade of Yamantaka with its might,
Ushering for those clinging to solar madness, the coldness of a never ending night.

Like beasts, wolves, bears and lions roaming the earth like shepherds of death,
These ancient warriors, hunters and archers of renown taking away their breath.
Let he who conquered death bring with him the sword of justice and divine wrath,
Wotan's roar echoing from his long lost cave, his ravens feasting in this holy bath.

Let the structures of old crumble like the lies of madness and untruth that they are,
Like a mighty tsunami of wolves sweeping over the land, from here and from afar.
The hammer of the great wolf bellowing with its most thunderous strikes and blow,
Striking down titan after titan, and Kronos alike, this finally allowing mercy to flow.

Let the pure divine love of Nyx wash over those who where failed to be protected,
Lifting up babe, child and young, as they by those lost in madness, where neglected.
Let all what stifles the growth of Nyx's tree of life and death fall into endless sleep,
Mighty wolf of great flames, bringer of the sacred wolf light, who does not weep.