NORTHERN WOLVES

Ride up the North

prevail seasons of white.

a winter wonderland

to tempt and lure your sight

The deeper you go

the whispers beckon you to come closer

wicked claws grip at your limbs

feast of flesh and bones begins

Highborn rules the land

Blackridge pool suffer in silence

A female warrior determined to rise

from the ashes

She doesn’t know,

how this will end.

Will she be tough?

Or a broken soul and dead

Nothing misses his silvery grey eyes

he will claim her in disguise and lies

there is nowhere to run

she will accept her fate against her will

The trees sway by his fearful roars

everyone bends the knee and bow

Deep into the Northern soil

within its twisted roots

where the only

Alpha Demetrius rules