I sit upon a high hill
Warm breezes caress
me lightly
Below me my kingdom lies,
I am invincible.

Decrepit and senile
lay the gods
Whose whims In humor
I obey.
Too little do they know,
and too late know it,
I am a wolf
in Angels clothes

Too dark ahead
lay the storm clouds
And my weapons too puny
in might.
Thick brambles
pull and tear,
chasing me from my purpose.

The dark beast
rears before me
I draw my sword
in ready battle.
But in apathy,
I do not attack.
Another hero,
lost in vain.

I sit upon a high hill
Cold winds blow
worriedly by.
Before me, My fate beckons
Am I invincible?

AcB 10.25.97