Wolf- Man, the Middle

Day crackles clean and warm like burning coal A new passion swam his veins, they bonded him For that pheromone was strong in him, and abrim The pack bayed towards the sunlight burning gold And welcomed a brave brother wolf into the fold For he who before the bear stood calm, his noble Suit displayed, found his totem in a moment bold And transmigrated his soul to the new realm possible. He could not make destiny again, but destiny chose For him, the wolf man everywhere was known. He Was the hero wanted, yet scorned with circles closed Like doors against him, for all his deeds of mercy. But the dog gene made him a man's best friend still And howling he brings the pack always to his will Neither did they sit while any child or innocent ached With fear or pain, and from the malice of evil intent. The wolf man knew but little thought how each act Propelled him to a higher level and another death sent For seeds all die that spring to trees, and the same fact Was true for him every new level he was to attain While propelled upwards greater animals to become He knew the bear level awaited him next in the chain Of cycles. But for service alone his heart still hummed. Nor did he know hes was hunted too, for one man firm In his conviction to repay, the thing that from forest came The thing massive in muscles, humble in every term That dared the forking tongue of a livid flame To retrieve a child, the only child the mother left behind The child that was enblem and memory of that love Whose death would perish his flesh and torment his mind The wolf-like thing, the man beast on wings, dove In from above, and came out with life between his jaws Hair fried, and limping as if with injured paws And the throng of them that rush upon the scene then Making a barrier between it and curious but cruel men And how it seemed in thin air he vanished without reward And cause a grateful father to follow the trail full and hard. Did he have the hours to find him still, to meet the kind That make us wretched because our hearts are blind Did he with ego melted, and with a different disposition Qualify to know and taste the foreign truth of transmigration To destinies on the brink of fate, and death at the gate Gasping and gulping, still in the grasp of time we wait.