The Left Warrior


Seel se Tyr, the wielded sword
Guardian sacrifice for his wolfen ward
In honour he’s draped, and strides with pride
He stands steadfast and seeks those who bide 

Keen, his mind just as his blade
Weeps blooded tears we all wade
Injustice stands his eternal foe
In time, chain-break, at his blow

The wolf’s first ally, his cunning friend
Kept his life, and at bay, its end
The Warrior, patient through Ashen moult
Strives ‘til time for just revolt…


Requested by anon