Gallows Tree

Do you seek the hand of strength?
The way of shadowed sword?
The frenzied way
The lonely path
Never seek
Nothing will be found
For one is born thus
Until sleep in ground
To master deep forest ways
To don the skin of wolf
Oh so very few
Only the man who grew
One decade will be the time
Until his sight is One
Insanity will be his cry
Find the moon that opens the Eye
Sorely mistaken is the enraged path
Voice of lightning and thunder
Many a fool will claim falsely
The real wolf hears his blunder
Pure masculinity?
What a joke
Leave that for those so false
Embrace the shadows
The Tree of Gallows
What price for wisdom sought
Forge thy hand
In fire and ice
Open the Spirit
Great is the price
A decade will be the beginning
No unmastered fool nor child
Embrace the hand of softness
Or you will never be wild
Such is the cult
We have always been
Falsely represented by weak men
The frenzious way is more than blood
It is one of magic and artful mind
Sitting still one must stay
You believe it is simple rage?
Blind your are with nothing to say
For only when Serpent consumes self
Ones spine is the Lightning struck Tree
Only then will the wolf skin be worn
Only then will you be free
Were will you find him?
The Transcended Wolf?
He is not to be sought
If you have been chosen
You will be found upon the path
Do not walk the open road
You will be mislead
He is within the shadow
Hidden from all
The great art is what sets him apart
Apart from simple ape
From those whoes minds are raped
The frenzied poet
The ergi filled way
Balance to be found
Only then will you be Crowned
A silent speaker he will be
A void of thought and eye
Let fools and weak boast of nothing
He will see through their lie
The blade of most danger
The frenzied magic
Not weak anger
Fire bright
Chanted dance of night
Howl echoed amongst trees
Enlightened cult
Wolfskin sought
Sacrifice of self
Eternal wealth

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Song Of The Wolf

High on the hill
In the aged dark house
I hear the lone wolf
Late at night I hear him
Screams of rage
Echoing into the darkness
Cries of fury
Cascading through the forest
The sounds haunt me
Haunt my sleep
Why does he wail such?
What secret does he hide?
If you see him in the sun
Do not intrigue
For it is a song to be left alone
Alone the wolf must howl
To an unknown moon

Let Us Take A Walk

Badb's Grove Art

That feeling
The feeling when one walks into the forest
The forest that is deep
Shadows enclose
The truth of existence wraps your essence
Arousal comes quickly here
Can you feel it?
Or are you still buried in false self?
It is the feeling of freedom
The feeling of truth
Here: You are what you truly are
Not what you wish to be
Not what you believe to be
The forest does not care
It will kill you without hesitation
Without remorse to your human beliefs
Everything here wishes you gone
Everything here is hostile
Yet, only here do I feel I belong
I feel welcomed
I feel unwelcomed
In that is the beauty of the forest
False celebrities
Royal cowards
Greedy politicians
All are naked here
There is no false worship
All are the nothingness they truly are
For he who needs society to be powerful
Is the weakest of animals
Walk into the forest
What are you now?
The smell of the swamp is inviting
Swamps are beautiful
For few tread here
Here one can be alone
Away from the lies and chaos
The copperhead that crosses my path is beautiful
We understand one another
As we respect what we truly are
The black widow that may be hiding
The hawk that screeches above
Nothing cares about your self created belief
You are naked and true
This is a place for peace and meditation
This is a place for finding and losing
Eventually the time must end
A return to the paths of concrete
The paths of slavery
This is a dog eat dog world
Yet I see few teeth
Only the noise of barking
I am sick of barking
I am intensely hungry

Lone Warrior

ValkyrSm

Odin is not my friend
Odin is failure, Odin is defeat
Odin is the blade that cut your skin
He is the risk you failed
He is the fight you lost
He is the betrayal of a comrade
The lie of a brother
The contempt of the clan
The hatred of a foe
Odin is my brother
Odin is my knee rising off the ground
Odin is blood wiped clean
Odin is a door locked, as another opens
He is wisdom gained through trial
He is strength gained through pain
He is victory taken by defeat
The passion of the horizon
The hunger to truly live
The knowledge to know what is not known
The creation of the Lone Warrior
I am him and he is me
The pack is thus One