Before I step into the dark
I'll call to the dogs long gone
Of loyalty, and heart, and faith
and the good times we have known
So when I take my first small step
in the land beyond my death
I'll hear them howling welcome
'ere I can draw a breath
For love cuts deep, and blood means kin
and both form a potent pact
But neither is as deep and strong
as the ties that bind the pack
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem