Fire Opal
September 23rd, 2007, 08:08 PM
Clan Guardian
The first hunter to stalk the lands,
Seeking prey to feed his young.
The one who uses claws, not hands,
Mournfully crying his desolate song.
An eye watching all from his mountain top,
Wings of an angel with power and grace.
Seeing his prey as it frolics and hops,
Claiming possession of this eerie place.
Slyness and cunning, for this he is known,
Hares, rats and rabbits would never suspect.
So catching his dinner, stripping flesh from the bone,
He has no inhibitions, fears no prospect.
Slick as a fish and water skill equal,
Happy, jolly, feels pleased with his life.
Slides through the aqua like a knife-blade in treacle,
Playfully splashing, no cares and no strife.
Thunder claps as his hackles erect,
An angry disposition, as all creatures know.
Anger even the dumbest must surely detect,
A miniature bear, sometimes feasting on doe.
Strong as a mountain, such powerful paws,
Daggers to slice as it strikes at his victim.
Molars so rough bones are crushed as they gnaw,
A force that's so strong trees are gutted not trimmed.
He bounds through the world he has ruled all his life,
His fur flashing amber and gold in the sun.
Scent marking trees so his odour runs rife,
Blades marked with blood from the battles he's won.
The knower, the wisest of hunters, many,
The greatest, I know, by so far.
Jumping, flying, o'er brook and spenny,
My savour, clan guardian, who howls to the stars!
just thought i'd have a go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:D...Fire Opal...
The first hunter to stalk the lands,
Seeking prey to feed his young.
The one who uses claws, not hands,
Mournfully crying his desolate song.
An eye watching all from his mountain top,
Wings of an angel with power and grace.
Seeing his prey as it frolics and hops,
Claiming possession of this eerie place.
Slyness and cunning, for this he is known,
Hares, rats and rabbits would never suspect.
So catching his dinner, stripping flesh from the bone,
He has no inhibitions, fears no prospect.
Slick as a fish and water skill equal,
Happy, jolly, feels pleased with his life.
Slides through the aqua like a knife-blade in treacle,
Playfully splashing, no cares and no strife.
Thunder claps as his hackles erect,
An angry disposition, as all creatures know.
Anger even the dumbest must surely detect,
A miniature bear, sometimes feasting on doe.
Strong as a mountain, such powerful paws,
Daggers to slice as it strikes at his victim.
Molars so rough bones are crushed as they gnaw,
A force that's so strong trees are gutted not trimmed.
He bounds through the world he has ruled all his life,
His fur flashing amber and gold in the sun.
Scent marking trees so his odour runs rife,
Blades marked with blood from the battles he's won.
The knower, the wisest of hunters, many,
The greatest, I know, by so far.
Jumping, flying, o'er brook and spenny,
My savour, clan guardian, who howls to the stars!
just thought i'd have a go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:D...Fire Opal...