This poem was written as the prologue for the second chapter of a fantasy story I am writing. It follows on from the first poem (Torpor), which is also chapter one in the story (reading the poem Torpor will give you a more complete picture of the poem). Enjoy.
In the wake of the wolves brash raid
The cub has to travel towards his truth.
His path mires the deeper he wades
Leading towards the end of youth.
Dawn raises more vacillant questions;
Swallowing dust, his words silent and dry,
Yet inside the mind bays frustrations.
Run or return home: what is the lie …
Blind in the darkness, he watches not his feet
Arriving at a cross road, which will he greet …