<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575490" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Black Wolf (The Song of Merlin)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The black wolf howls<br>as dusk prowls among the shadows.<br>Freed from the stones of ancient altars<br>his haunting song drifts above the willows.<br>As light retreats, the wolf entreats<br>the spirit of the moon to come forth<br>and shed her beams upon the dreams<br>of night’s primeval sleep.<br>Close to the flames of my evening fire<br>I sit entranced by the choir of spectral hosts, <br>as other voices repeat the sound<br>that shakes the ground like thunder; <br>and yet, in spite of the holocaust, <br>I sense some purpose I once lost to my vanity.<br>Hope swells within my soul<br>that like the wolf I might find<br>the muse of lyric poetry.<br>Here in the forest beneath the sky<br>I dream of the fires<br>my mother set in the apple groves.<br>From dusk to dawn with lilting voice<br>she told the ancient stories.<br>She spoke in time of the hearth of heaven<br>and of the starry circle dance.<br>She sang to the earth; she sang to the trees.<br>She sang to the night with love.<br>Nature’s soul possessed the smoke<br>that was my mother’s misty cape; <br>and now the wolf in my mother’s tongue<br>sings the same celestial song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Copyright © 1993 John M. Marshall</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+M.+Marshall">John M. Marshall</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575490" data-title="The Black Wolf (The Song of Merlin) de John M. Marshall" data-description="The black wolf howls as dusk prowls among the shadows. Freed from the stones of ancient altars his haunting song drifts above the willows. As light retreats, the wolf entreats the spirit of the moon to come forth and shed her beams upon the dreams..."></div> </div> </div>

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