The Forest
by WolfBard (D. J. Sylvis)
in the goddess times when the moon reigns full
and the pack starts up as they feel the pull
and the paws push fast as they feel the night
all the forest runs howling with delight
in the hunting times when the scent reigns thick
when the ears are keen and the teeth are quick
and the barks and yips sound along the path
all the forest feeds and the savage laugh
in the quiet times when all sleep reigns still
and the sated pack has no lust for thrill
and the warmth of kin is their main desire
all the forest rests by the quiet fire
in the threatened times when the dark reigns high
and the shadows slink as they lurk nearby
and the pack must fight growling back to back
all the forest flees from the loyal pack
in the injured times when the blood rains thick
and there's wounded kin the pack moves in quick
and the cure and care is on each sharp mind
all the forest knows the pack can be kind
in the goddess times when the moon reigns full
and the pack starts up as they feel the pull
and the pack is one where their souls abide
all the forest knows i am by their side
