Thy Serpent

In the shadows of the trees,
I looked that huge icy opening
where the wolves turmoiled.
They seemed so free...
I moved slowly between the trees,
towards the pack of wolves...
They seemed so untouchable,
and they didn't even notice...
At last one of the wolfes looked at me,
anger that was face of the wolf,
changed to observing look.
Slowly it walked towards me,
it didn't show his teeth,
only its hesitating look.
Tears flowed slowly from my eyes,
when I realised that it had accepted me.
I walked ever closer to that pack of thousandheaded,
wolves stared at me,
not angrily but observing.
At last they came to me,
overturned me down and licked my cold face.