So when Wolves dance. Daring, ready for
that. This so cold shivering Morning. Entry,
so greyly Wintered into. To sunny Aurora’d
Days, burrowed Den deep Northern Nights. Caved,
by Dawn’s early. Colors, playful Winter light. Mornings
when Wolves so appear. Daringly dance thereabouts
as well. Well as there of Yore. Our
Wolf is given that Final Honor. Of Sacrifice
of The God/Man/Hero Odin. Odin
of The Norse, around abouts that is. Is that
so recalled in those called. Far Northern Times, Places
these of Our Yore. Our World Legends Tell
This Wolf’s Nomen = Fenris.
Herein too. To see, be
A to Z in Our World.
#W. Hit ‘n’ Myth. Wolf Bells ‘n’ Whistles not
required Research at all. All-
Father-of-Gods, usually ref’d/named as Odin.
Odin aka = Wodin, Woden, Wotan so forth.
Forthrightly Our Wolf’s Science. Nomen = Canis
thus Wolf: Grey/Red = Canis Lupus/Canis Rufus.
The Wolf Archetype. Symbolic of Nature’s
ready. Chaotic cruelty, vicious impartial justice. Harbinger,
Messenger, Servant of mournfully decaying this. That Wintery
Natures. Naturally in Our World. Legends Norse Tell
Born. Of Loki the so divined Infernal borne. A somewhat
Principled Evil. Discordant Howls that mindfully
resonate oft. In Ears, Throats +
Cold, such Weather much. Accompanies
Norse Tales in Our World. Legends
The Ragnarok = Their Norse End Times, Places. There
a Divined Theomachy. Wars of Heroes, Gods, Giants.
Winters Night King. Of The Wolves, Son
Fenris in this. Limedlight
of the Rainbowed Northern. Lights,
The Aurora Borealis in Deed. Indeed
this Place, Times Asgard. Refuge, Home Of Gods
so undivinely burned. Down as
arounds abouts too. To godface their reckoning. There
at The Ragnarok.
The Fated Twilight of Gods. Heralded by
An All-Knowing Red Rooster’s Call. So called
That. This Divined so overthrown END. The Ragnarok.
this timeless unravelling of The Gods. These so
Soon enough lowly might those too. To be…
then- These Times, Places Mod.
Of Our Mankind, kind or not. Yet Yore-
… yet then
As Fenris finally, firmly approached. So
Odin instinctively let The Spear, Gungnir
slip so surely into. To His Hands, then…
just as… smoothly
let it drop.
He knew. Now,
He Knew. More than Fenris. Justly
now so steadfastly approached. Standing
Tall He locked. Eyes with Fenris King of Wolves. His,
the divine Green. Flecked so now with Red, the Grey
of Fenris so naturally central Yellowed. Golden
shining, aflamed well as. As well
as The Fenris so loomed. Large over, above. Odin,
around abouts this of His. That
small rather wry. Smile, so then formed, played. His
Last Cup of Holy Mead coursing thru’ Veins. His,
The End, Ragnaroks Final Day. Was just now-
Fenris opened wide those. Jaws gaping
in this. That so wolfish cool bane of mornings due. Duly
howling a Victory. Call. So the snows called The North so
were backlit. By licks ‘n’ flickers. Sights, sounds of Fortress.
ongoings so relentless destruction. Towerings afire, Pillars
of Smoke aboves. Belows Asgard Pillars,
Walls crumbling, incessant so attentive Flames. Quenching
Fears dark ‘n’ grim. Now…
not so. Grim, so Odin rightfully left. Prowling forwards.
stepping outs too. To dance amidst Wolves.
One More Time.