As I skulked past the gates
And drew behind the stones
The winding trees enveloped

The cloak around my bones

Peering through the night's mist

I crept through the fen
To try and find the totem
In the grey warg's den


The freezing forest guards
The secrets that he wrought

His spirit lies on every twig
His scent infests the haunt


His howling cut the still air
His cry up to the stars
The piercing bay of his rage

Tore the beat out of my heart

To the entrance

I stalked up in the shadows
His breathing I could hear
Rasping in the barrows


Silently my dagger slid
From it's ice-cracked sheath

His bloody maw emerging
His jowls hung raw beneath


Like those that lusted below me
My mind was always snared
The totem drew my senses

The grey warg drew my fear

His giblet eyes surveyed me

His haggard haunch was raised
Rearing up his splintered paw
He struck me in a daze