Morgan Mitchell
Fiction Editor
Little Wolf,
Who howls in darkened silence,
Mighty Lion,
Who roars in righteous fury,
I summon thee.
Little Wolf of the shimmering shadows,
Bring me the windows to your heart,
So I may hunt with wizened eyes
And stalk in forgotten paths.
Mighty Lion of the burning sands,
Bring me the forge of your mind,
So I may walk with willful pride
In the warm summer sands,
And speak nobly with crimson words.
Little Wolf,
Who guards the lunar codes,
Mighty Lion,
Who stands in defense of the solar glow,
Cry Havoc upon the world,
For the Lord of Broken Glass
Descends upon the forsaken realm.