The Wolf Bell
At a crossing in time when good and evil balance
On the burned land where they balance
A nation will be wrought.
Freedom and slavery crosswise on a tilted sword.
The bell will mark the Seer
Whose lifted hand decides it.
And the bell’s shadow cast over all
With the wolves looking
From the mountain.
Conceived in vengeance to buy a life,
The Seer will come into the mountain.
But the woman will turn at the crossroads
And the bell’s shadow cast over all
With the wolves looking
From the mountain:
She will be the vessel,
The bell’s shadow cast tall across her,
The lives of men betrayed.