The Wolf and the Shadow of War
An ancient Wolf, a tyrant fierce and bold,
Trapped all the woods within his iron hold.
With bloody claw and heavy, shaggy paw—
The hangman’s every whim became the law.
Trapped all the woods within his iron hold.
With bloody claw and heavy, shaggy paw—
The hangman’s every whim became the law.
He seized the neighboring valleys, lush and wide,
His inner flaws and rising guilt to hide.
The war he started for his own renown,
For years had broken his weak country down.
His inner flaws and rising guilt to hide.
The war he started for his own renown,
For years had broken his weak country down.
The people starved, the forest bled in pain,
The Fox approached, no longer could refrain:
«Your borders hold, your glory has no bound,
Stop this bloodshed and heal the weeping ground!»
The Fox approached, no longer could refrain:
«Your borders hold, your glory has no bound,
Stop this bloodshed and heal the weeping ground!»
The Ruler growled, his eyes flared up with hate:
«To cease the fight is to accept my fate!
For peace brings light and laws I cannot face,
But chaos guards my crown and royal place.
«To cease the fight is to accept my fate!
For peace brings light and laws I cannot face,
But chaos guards my crown and royal place.
As long as battles rage, I hold the throne;
Without the war, I am a ghost alone.»
Without the war, I am a ghost alone.»
He drove his realm into the deep abyss,
Until the day he met his nemesis.
Until the day he met his nemesis.
Moral:
The tyrant clings to blood and ruined lands,
For peace will end the life that he commands.
He seeks out battles just to keep his state,
But war’s own flames will seal his final fate.
Last Updated on 27.10.2026 by iskova