The silver wolf howls cross the valley
Lean and hungry he stalks through the glade
A Spartan’s power rises ‘gainst him
Facing dread foe unafraid
First blood is his, the wolf he wounds most sorely
In turn the wolf makes mighty Titus bleed
At last the two stand square to prove the victor
The mightiest shall claim the day by deed
The fell wolf springs and Titus lames him
Now he’s cornered by the knight
At last Sir Titus slays the noble warrior
And crowns his lady fair as is his right
One of the "fighter poems" from Mists Spring Coronet, April XXXVIII (2004).
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