The Golden Fields of Nyx

A Short Poem

In a world so cruel and harsh, I long for the warmth of the golden fields,
A place for me and those I love, where from the coldness of life it shields.
The fields of wheat, glistening with their warm ethereal light, oh so bright,
Like a place hidden within the great tree of life, so far away from any fight.

Within those fields of old, that ancient wolf and bear roam with its sacred rite,
Little Liknites that sacred babe, protected by Nyx, under a special starry night.
Artemis protector of the woods, Apollo guide of the youth, beckoning forth,
Holy shepherds of young and lost, shining bright as guiding star of the north.

Children of the mighty eagle, wolves and bears being your most sacred charge,
Lend me your mighty strength, to protect, uplift and guide, like a sturdy barge.
Golden fields and most sacred grove, where are they for those so unshielded,
When the vulnerable, need their mighty sovereign queen that thunder wielded.

If my fate where to remain without my red thread, wandering that eternal maze,
The sword of death bellowing with strikes, weaving death into life these last days.
Then great Nyx queen of the stars and night, I will embrace you with all my might,
Let my days be like a great wolf of fire, starting the embers of a new sacred light.