Between water and wind

Through the bleached skies, leads a dead king into his demise.

Cries the wolves in the woods as they weep, grieved as he bleed

in soft frigid snow his view was vivid as his spirit flew in the clouds

drowns their screams as the sun beams. The king himself feeds his pack

with his seasonal spring. The wolves jumped high and laughed in plants lands

Grass surpassed the joy all of them had lacked.

Their king became the water, and the wind, as their own tails wag.

It was miracle for the hills of this forest; their prayers were heard

despite his death under his last breath. the gift he bringed was his flesh

Was to bring the strength of his pack.

They all ate thankful for his ankles and body for food.