Black Wolf is no pale sheep
He hunts on his own and chooses who he meets
He has no family nor friends to share
They nurtured him and turned death at Frozen Lake
The ice was too thin for it not to brake

Black Wolf stands out
He has no control of how it come out
Not because he has the gift of the growl
Or the raunchy moan of an infamous howl

Black Wolf against the snow white sharp he is
A brilliant beacon marauding over mountain caps
Any lady or foe knows no way to know
How or why he became so black against the snow

Black Wolf respects the old
The tender the wise
But spots the fool and the teenager trying ever so hard to be cool

Black Wolf has no pack
He's not one for looking back
He seeks no attention
But knows where he came from
A wolf mother wise and tender

Black Wolf died in his sleep
In a blizzard that berried him ten feet deep
No funeral was felt nor body skinned for pelt
Just the drift of the snow
As his body let him go
And the call from afar said "come, its time for you to go"

Thinking is silence leaving
Fear is wisdom retreating
Love is life breathing
Perfection is the mind deceiving (again)
I am is nobody
Nobody is everyone
Everyone is I
Why is the answer
The Way is the direction
Ritual is sacred
Sacredness is reverence
Seasons are balanced change
Change is Now slowed down
*** is union
Children are the closest to God most people will ever come