Wolf-Song to Hati and Skoll
by Raven Kaldera
The sun-cart's wheels are ripe red fruit,
Let them sink on my teeth, run their juice on my tongue;
Let the chase I am set be a game that I play,
With laughter, with leaping, with wit may I run.
The moon-cart's wheels are pearly fruit,
Let them sink on my teeth, run their juice on my tongue;
Let the chase I am set be the prey I will hunt,
With knowing, with keening, like Death may I run.
Artwork by Gracie Gra.