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My muzzle parts in a howl of rage

Flame licked fur of a woodland sage

This home I have known and trod on paws

Burns down around me and my steaming claws

This forest was green and full of life

Then came thunder and lightening strife

With a finger of light, touch of a god

This forest in firey shoes was shod

And now my wolf-soul is trapped to burn

Among olden trees whose ashes churn

With mine, with wolf bone and feral dream

Our blood and sap will together steam

And rise in an ancient heathen fire

Like a sacrifice left on a burning pyre

We smoke as one, this wood and I

And for once our mingled souls do fly

In choking plumes we blot the night

To breathers we are death in our happy flight

And the cold moon air slows us now

We dissolve and spread like a misty cowl

Fire is sated and a forest gone

A magnificent beast from the world was drawn

A wolf in a wood now a wisp in the air

And a soul set free from hungry despair