The Wolf and the Moon

Frost cuts deep through the timber and stone I stalk the black ridges in silence alone The scent of the snow bears no quarry tonight No flesh to be broken no blood for the bite I break through the tree line where shadows grow thin To feel your cold needle sink deep in my skin No phantom of mist and no trick of the sky A pale silver brand held unyielding and high The old tales told lies of the beast in the chase That Hati runs blind just to butcher your grace They think that the jaws only snap to consume To swallow the glory and drag it to tomb They know not the fever that sharpens the stride The worship of pacing the edge of your ride To hunt in your track is my blood and my breath A hunger more sacred than winter or death Máni, Pale Sister, White Queen of the Crest Night Wanderer, Shield of the Mountains Cold Breast Or as I know you... Luna Hang in the blackness untamed and austere The one distant sovereign these wild eyes revere No fang will tear into the mantle you wear I breathe the white venom you spill through the air Let lesser beasts scavenge the meat on the floor I circle your shadow and hunt nothing more The pack runs the low ground to tangle in bone To fight in the dirt for a scrap they can own Let them quarrel and bleed for the kill they can keep My vigil is carved where the granite is steep No tether no collar no leash to command Just cold silver blinding the heart of the land I guard every shadow that crosses your face And give my dark marrow to follow your pace Hang in the blackness untamed and austere The one distant sovereign these wild eyes revere No fang will tear into the mantle you wear I breathe the white venom you spill through the air Let lesser beasts scavenge the meat on the floor I circle your shadow and hunt nothing more Bound to your arc Warden of dark I claim not to take I hunt for your sake The earth turns to ash in its chaos and strife Your distance is iron your frost is my life Hang in the blackness untamed and austere The one distant sovereign these wild eyes revere No fang will tear into the mantle you wear I breathe the white venom you spill through the air Let lesser beasts scavenge the meat on the floor I circle your shadow and hunt nothing more I prowl along the timberline I drink the frost you leave behind Like Hati bound to run the snow My shadows follow where you go