Just had a thought, so decided to type it in. Basicaly inspired by " The People " books, by Michael and Kathleen Geer.

The Wolf stopped dead, upon the trail
Gazed at me with burning eyes.
I thought my beating heart would fail,
He lowered his head, and gave a sigh

Within my mind, he spoke to me,
Fear me not, put your weapon down,
I'll tell you of things you cannot see.
Show you the seed, your kind have sown.


The snow white blanket, covers the ground,
Gentle breezees, whispering pines
Whispering snowflakes, not a sound,
Nothing moves, this place is mine.

Spirits move, long lost tribes.
Seeking to live once again.
Deep in the ether, the People cry
With memories of their life of pain.

These things, I know you cannot hear,
For you have lost your way.
The Dream was murdered by your fear,
Killed by your curs-ed judgment day.

The Dream still lives within my soul,
It seeks to find you once again,
To dance the Spiral, make you whole,
Balance the Universe, once again.

I saw the Dream, at it's start,
The People came, waxing strong
Dreamed the land with joyful heart.
Danced in the night, the days were long.

Spring, became Summer,ten thousand years,
Then came Autumn, ten thousand more,
Winter came, ten million tears,
I looked, and the people were no more.

I'm one of the last, of my kind,
Hunting free, in forrest and Plain,
I'm hunted by you, for you are blind,
To the tears of others, and their pain.

Long after you are all dead and gone,
I'll still be here, I'll sing your souls.
Within the circle, I'll sing your song,
Till the fire becomes, darkened coals.

I smell the air, my prey comes near
My song will bring it here to me.
An offering made, without fear.
For this was how twas meant to be.

The Dream was there, for all to Dream
Not just the People,It flowed to all.
So dance with me, give birth to the Dream,
Heed once again, the circle,s call.

He raised his snout, and smelled the air,
Gazed upon me once again
Then he was gone, He just wasn't there.
Within my soul, I felt his pain.