Life And Death

The wind gently lifts the silver-grey fur of the wolf.
She stands silently, alert, on a mound of grass she overlooks.
Any minute now, the wind will change again.
Howling in bitter fury and bringing along chilling pain.
She stands alone and sadly sighs, this fight she must do alone.
The wind chills brutally; the trees give a desperate groan.
Panic clenches the wolf’s heart; her body urges her to run.
But the foe is now in view, dark clouds block out the night sun.
A larger wolf appears all black, red eyes so full of hate.
An army move behind him, ready for her fate.
The gentle wolf says finally after nice and thrill die down.
‘To end someone’s life over me is selfish.’ She growled with a frown.
‘They serve me….’ He bit a soldier – the soldier whimpered but nodded in agreement.
The black wolf glanced behind her, howling gleefully ‘who for your life have you sent?’
‘I fight my own battles and fight others too if need be.
But to make someone fight my own is just wrong. Can’t you just see?’
He gives a howl of laughter, soldiers laugh in his lead.
The she-wolf looks on appalled. ‘At least I am not full of hate and greed.
You are never satisfied at what life brings, you only want more and more.’
This shuts the black wolf up, infuriated, he comes at her with a roar.
She stands her ground patiently, waiting for him to strike.
A vicious battle is on, for the good and evil fight.
Teeth and claws connect their goal, the peaceful overthrown.
The evil looks on victorious for such power he has shown.
The silver wolf just lies there, giving in seems the only choice.
‘You deserve to die but I will give you another option’ rasps that chilling voice.
‘Come and be with me and I will give you the world and its power.
This I promise….’ He cuts off short when the first rays of dawn the earth it showers.
The rays land on the guardian’s body and begin their natural healing and strength.
‘I have no reason to follow evil.’ She whispered. ‘All you do to me is break.’
‘You’re dead anyway, the bite a vicious blow.’ He laughs and because to walk off.
He gets to his army and when he turns his head, he stops.
The wolf was standing, rays filter through her soft fur.
‘What? How? Impossible! That bite I gave you…’ he began to slur.
‘With every sunrise, there is always a new beginning with life.
But if you learnt to see it, you may be saved from strife.’
A gentle shower fell, washing from her the dirt and blood.
Washing away all her pain and washing it through a flood.
It stops and she stood there, gleaming with all beauty and grace.
The power and strength she had gained the evil could not face.
‘Evil cannot win over good, even though death may win over life.
To live your life the most you can, that’s all you can really strive.
Being hateful kills you every day, your hurt drips with your breath.
Life bleeds through your skin, cursing you to death.’
‘I don’t care on what you say about death, it will get you before me.
In me death sees service, in you? A worthless soul to see.’
The dark wolf walks away, the army glance at the she wolf.
She nods and watches them follow him, once again she overlooks.
She overcame her fear of death and nature helped her to survive.
Later on in the day, she found that black wolf, this time he was no longer alive.
Just as she predicted, death consumed his hate.
His fury in life lead him to death, she mourned his vicious fate.
No one deserves to die, but they are what they write in the stars.
The death of anyone though, good or bad, is still a burden that scars.