RedRavenPoems

COME SIT AND HEAR MY WORDS
I PROMISE YOU WONT REGRET. INDEED YOU MIGHT LEARN.
FOR I AM THE MASTER OF LIES AND THE TELLER OF TALES.
SIT FOR A WHILE AND HEAR MY SPELLS.

Why do wolves howl at the moon? This sound why does it seem filled with sorrow and gloom? It’s all because their ancestor once loved the moon. Loved and lost, spelling his doom.

Long ago when the wold was still young, and the time of man had yet to have come. The animals ruled and roamed the land. And the first wolf was born, the forest his home. From there he seldom would roam.

He was mighty in size and fearsome in strength. His fur was the color of dried blood flecked with silver motes of light. His eyes a deep amber the pierced through the night. Very little could hide from his sight.

He roamed the forest he called his home, seeking prey and to frolic about. He knew every inch of the forest and it knew him. For he was It’s keeper, long before the coming of men.

But the great Wolf was lonely, a feeling he did not like. It was not an enemy he could sink his sharp teeth into. No frightened prey he could run down and conquer. It was a feeling, one he did not fully understand.

He would look out from his forest home, and see the other animals frolicking about in content. See the lions and tigers playing with mates. See the small rabbits and other prey close to their own kind. Yet he was still alone.

The other animals were not his kind. They would fight him. Or flee as prey would. So he stayed in his forest, and he would look up to the night sky, and he would howl.

Only the moon heard his cries. And only she stayed when others would flee. High up among the stars, she would gaze down upon the great Wolf, and bath him in her light. He would often howl to her, giving vent to his pain to the shining orb. Giving pleas he thought unheard to the silvery light.

But they were heard. And one dark night, they were answered. It was a night when the moon was hidden. One of those darkest of days, when she comes to rest upon the earth. A woman came to the great Wolf, a woman of silver light.

She did not fear the wolf. Nor did she speak. She simply came and sat beside him. The wolf could not believe this, could not understand. She glowed as the moon glowed, and smelled of the night air.

For three nights she came to him, no more. And then when the moon was to rise again, a sliver on the way towards fullness, she disappeared again. The wolf then realized who this woman was. And he howled all the more for her absence.

Time passed, and the moon grew dark yet again. On the darkest night the woman returned. Her silver glow lit the forest around her, as she came to the wolf. She sat beside him throughout the night once more, and he was happy. For with her here he was no longer alone once more.

Much time passed this way. How much none may know, for that was the time when things did not age as they do now. The wolf spoke to the moon woman when she came now, and grew close. They played and rolled along the ground of his forest. They were at peace. The wolf had come to care for Theron woman and she for him. But it was not to be.

The Moon Woman had come too often and stayed longer than she should. The others In the heavens took note of this, and the took her to task. But she would not be swayed, she loved her wolf. And would go to him regardless.

The others did not agree with this, and set out to stop her, for if she loved the wolf more than the stars, why would she return? And who would light the night skies then? So a plan was devised to stop the Moon and the Wolf from being together.

The earth’s shadowed was used to cover the moon, blinding her to what happened on earth. While she was blinded the others came, they took the wolf, and bound him tight. And hid him away from her vision.

The Moon searched for the Wolf. The searched from the skies looking all about. And during her time, she came to earth to search. Far did she hunt. And long as well. Too long in fact.

The Moon had used all her strength to search for the wolf, and had grown weak, a pale imitation of what she once was. The others came to her then, and took her back to the skies, forever unable to walk the earth in search of her love, her wolf ever again.

The wolf was freed then, and he stared at his moon, the love he could never see again. He howled for her. He pined and whined. And her rays touched him, but it was not the same.

The great Wolf shed tears then in mourning. His tears mingled with the moons light, and using the last of her strength, they changed into wolf cubs. The children of the moon and the wolf. The great Wolf raised his cubs, and taught then well.

But he could never forget his love, the moon. And as he howled for hee, so too did his cubs, for the mother they would never know.

And to this day, wolves still howl to the moon, seeking their first mother.