The Wren’s Quest

Noisy Wren's bold quest through the Wolf Kingdom, guided by grace to wake Lupus, defy fate

Through the Wolf Kingdom's ancient sprawl,
Where craggy peaks and forests call,
A restless wind and change's vow,
I, Noisy Wren, ride that wind now.

Clutching a scroll etched with runes unknown,
To a monolith, The Howling Stone,
Its magic hums, so the Wizard said,
To wake the Lupus, the alpha bred.

Maiden Spring; its sweet waters I drank,
Defying the tales of fortunes rank.
A wizard chose me, I’m small but bold,
To bear the fate of the wolves remold.

Hawks circled high, their talons harsh gleam,
Sensing power in the scroll's new dream.
Glittered dust bends the winds to my tune,
Yet danger stalks me beneath the moon.

Storms rage, rocks fall, and the Hawks descend,
Still, I sing, and their eyes I do bend.
Tailwinds lift me, so I’m swift and free,
To the Howling Stone; my fate to be.

Talons seize me, the scroll falls to shade,
My wings falter, yet my heart does stay.
In the shadows deep, I seek my load,
Through the forest veil, my quest bestowed.

A rabbit bounds, the scroll's path revealed,
By Heaven's grace, my hope is unpeeled.
His guide restored what the Hawks did free,
To the Stone, I soar, my fate to be.

Grayfangs, Moonclaws, and Ironpaws now reign,
Fragile bonds frayed by some ancient pain.
Alpha's return, for the clans to bind,
Or tear apart what hope they shall find.

The Howling Stone hums, some oaks sway,
Runes flare silver, on a night's decay.
A primal howl shakes the Earth and sky,
Spectral wolves howl with fierce glowing eyes.

The scroll unfurls, and its mist ascends,
Alpha Lupus leaps; the fracture mends.
From a gnarled branch, I trill from my pride,
I, Noisy Wren, have turned the wolves tide.

—Noisy Wren

40 Lines — Written for The May NEWBIE Poetry Award Contest.