Pt. 1 The Starlight Vigil
The depths of the night sky,
Are cold, silver studded black
Stars shimmering everywhere on high
I keep vigil for the sleeping pack
Glittering snow, from above and below
Twists around us, with a whistling sound
I could yet still hear it, very low,
A rabbit run on the frozen ground
The pack stirs, but hardly at all
As they draw themselves closer still
Dreaming of a great hunt in the early Fall
Nothing can ward off this mid-night chill
Dreaming on, through the darkest hour of night
Night approaches to Dawn, then hurries His retreat
Awake! Ears and mind aware, eyes bright
We continue onwards to the barrier ice sheet
Pt. 2 The Frozen Tundra
The day is bright, crisp and cold
We've run nearly half of the day
Soon we'll be amongst clans of The Northern Fold
We grow ravenous, yet eye no prey
The smell of prey is around us, near
Eyes intent, senses tight, on the prowl
The prey is large, we show no fear
An old moose is down, a lone scout's howl
Cowering scout waits for the Alpha to arrive
Who eats his fill quickly and in peace, then leaves
And then each in order, ... to stay alive
Fight to eat, no one starves, no one grieves
Play breaks out, even before the last have fed
Yet all shall frolic, and their desires will burn
Dusk is failing, in this place is where they'll bed
The pack has gathered, awaiting the Alpha's return
Part 3 The Great Ice Barrier
At last we see the returning Wolfknight
He says the Ice Clan blocks our way
To pass through we'll have to fight
But now to sleep and now to pray
The day begins and we are ready
The Ice Clan has us compassed 'round
As they advance, we stand steady
Then Hell bursts forth with a horrible sound
Red blood, white snow - a fight for life
Many are lost, even Wolfknight's mate
Wolfknight leaps far above this strife
One tearing bite seals the Ice Clans fate
The aftermath is sorrow and it is remorse
The dead and the dying, as the Ice Clan departs
The Ice Clan could not withstand our show of force
Cover our dead, lick our wounds, and strengthen our hearts
Pt. 4 The Southern Sea
Onward trekking, still we do go
Miles ahead, the rim of land will thaw
Frostbite drives back the foot that's slow
The ground will not give under frozen claw
Steam rises from the warm south sea
It greets us, deeply of it we breathe
Air is cool, in the water we all rinse free
Of the blood and battle that made us seethe
Our claim is staked, our camp is set
Here is our new home, for the next two moons
Smooth shore vistas, we see all before we are met
To the West one haggard tree, afar due East, the distant ruins
But rest, now, and then to regain our strength
Is our only course and goal, our fate is there
For surely the time will come, when days increase in length
And off again we'll march, to our ForestLand fair
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