Tonight I leave the open land

and sea, to howl as do the wolves

at full and pallid moon,

in search of city dusk where concrete scars the

choking earth,

to lash offending streets and

punish calm.

Down thoroughfares of amber dereliction,

I'll snatch a branch from token tree to

litter asphalt straight with copper leaf.

No cragg shall spare a soul my

angry breath, no alley shield humanity

from me.
 

I whip around the curse

that progress built, detritus cast

to ground in temper's burst

and challenge those who dare

defy my power.

They lean into my strength

with tangled hair and tear-streaked

hope, defiance marks their step

in slow and weary march

but I prevail.

I rage and roar, I gust and

sometime twist to Odin's tune

till mercy calms my dance

and stills my breath,

I calm for but a heartbeat,

a sleeping ocean needs my

waking blast,

I gather strength.