grey_wolf_head_fraktal_by_ka_kindDawn, like a wolf, emerges from its lair
With eyes like stars set in its grey white hair
Sentinel to the morning that threatens to fall.

Where will you go, lover of my night
When day pierces the shadows of your flight
Devourer, fighter, keeper of the wall?

Who will keep my wolverine dreams
From the touch of these corroding beams
Leader of the pack, one for all?

Light approaches the hills in a slow prowl
Glancing, peak to peak, in a silvery howl
The early morning sentinel’s call.


(An Aubade is a poem written for the dawn, traditionally when lovers part.
Art work by ka-kind)


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