Cruel And Fleet Poem by Jerome Brooke

Our Lady of Wolves, soft and kind,
Dance with us, brave one.
Run, leader of hunters, cruel and swift,
Slay her, the waiting, swift deer.

Our Lady of Wolves, with fangs,
In dark shadows, is seen.
Howl, children of darkness, follow,
Run, with your White Queen.
.
High, on the hill, round the lone prey,
Wolves sing of cold.
Wolves, gray hunters, sing and run;
Hunters fleet, and bold.

Blood of red deer, sing the hunters,
Blood for the long day.
Blood, sings the Lady, red blood,
Blood of helpless prey.

Stars of night, burn the flowers,
On the dale.
Spears of red dawn, gather;
Hold them well.



From my Hunters of the Dawn (Amazon Books) .
Hunters is a cycle of fantasy texts.