White Wolf Clan

White Wolf Clan
© Surazeus
2024 12 07

Drinking from punctured bark of Yggdrasil 
blood of my ancestors in spirit juice, 
I crawl from bog of dark subconscious hopes 
to dance with lightning flashing from rain clouds 
and sing electric beauty of the soul 
wild with bright inspiration of true love. 

Dressed in pants and cloak I sewed from wolf fur, 
with shells and bones from animals I ate, 
clumps of herbs woven with web of grape vines, 
and decked with feathers of ravens and swans, 
I wear wood mask carved to resemble face 
of my father, the fierce mountain wolf-man. 

Twirling magic wand of polished oak wood, 
fixed with sharp diamond gleaming at its tip, 
I dance wide spirals on high pyramid 
of stone blocks heaped above the river plain 
while hundreds of tribes in our White Wolf Clan 
gather for our midsummer festival. 

Young shaman warrior racing on the shore 
shouts challenge to my god authority, 
so crowd of tribesmen shaking shells of stones 
part wide path as he leaps up pyramid 
and swings magic wand hard to crush my skull, 
but I dodge blow and counter strike his chest. 

With blows that clang as loud as lightning strikes, 
in graceful leaps of wolf-aggressive force, 
which match harsh rumble of the crackling storm 
fierce as cold wind that whips our long hair wild 
with thrashing whirl of world-tree Yggdrasil, 
we battle for who reigns as Odin god. 

Swift crippling blow that breaks his sturdy leg 
disqualifies that young eager wolf-boy 
who writhes in agony as I stand tall, 
still strong through bold security of wit 
to reign another cycle as Wolf God, 
so I howl as the tribe cheers my success. 

Dawn gleams in eyes of beautiful young maids, 
decked in white linen gowns and wolf-fur cloaks, 
and crowned with coronets of flowered vines, 
as I meet each candidate who desires 
to reign as wise queen mother of our tribe, 
willing to bear children of our bound hearts. 

Entranced with sparkle of wit in clear eyes, 
I choose tall woman with long flowing hair 
by reaching out my hand which she accepts, 
then together we climb hill of the sun 
to stand beneath sheltering Yggdrasil 
and host summer feast of our White Wolf Clan.