Wolves

A journal entry metaphor based on love, loyalty, and a hint of a passion that burns within the soul.

Wolves, this is a word that will always hold special meaning for me. My family is made up of wolves. We are a small pack, but we love each other and would die to protect one another. At the head of the pack are two brothers. They started it all. None of the other wolves can understand the level of devotion and loyalty that those two share.

The two brothers don’t howl at the moon; they bow, silent and stoic. They watch as their pack rejoices in the glow of the silver globe.

A single heart beats within the two wolves. If one fails, the other half-heart would beat on long enough to avenge the other.

 

Most wolves are borne of snow, forest, or earth; these brothers are borne of Rain. The rain calls to them, radiating joy and sojourn. Sometimes, though, the rain brings with it a sadness, a voice from the past, a drought in the wake of a tear. Regardless, in the rain, the brothers thrive. Their senses sharpen and the deep orange glow of their eyes pierces the darkness of the forest.

As the rain falls, and the pack slumbers beneath luminescent boulders, the brothers watch the forests edge, still as statues. For an unexpeirianced cub, the perils of the wood are deathly. So they watch, their love so powerful; they were made to protect.

Author's Note

It is ridiculously hard to motivate myself. comments help a lot. thanks. ciao

Reviews

[Britt Foster]

As I said when I first read this; awesome. Brilliant. Beautiful. :]
Its very emotional...the way your words are woven together...they strike something deep within me and draw me inside them. I love the phrase "luminescent boulders" -- wonderful imagery. ^_^

And the first two lines of the second paragraph ("Most...tear") are hauntingly beautiful. I love this piece! Keep up the excellent work; I love reading what you write. Your words inspire me greatly.