Apostle Of The Wolves Poem by Agatha Eliza

You still lurk in the shadows
kind Apostle of the Wolves
wise man, holy man
with a long, white beard
guided in this foreign land
by the spirit of the White wolf.

The word of Christ you brought
to fierce wolf-like tribes!

The howls of thy children
at the pale and gentle moon
under lavish arches of old trees,
crooked by ravenous winds
secret pathways through
the blizzard bitten mountains,
rivers, groves, and sacred temples
known by the chosen few..
remain with us, the descendants
of the brave clans of the Wolves.

Even now, our hands raise up skywards
as for a silent, murmured prayer
Father, the teachings
and love instilled by you
still echo in who we are today.