|Posted on July 15, 2012 at 3:00 AM|
The laws of Weald and Wood are tough
And strange to Genteel eyes;
For Bears a-clawed rove harsh and rough
In Glade and untamed Skies.
By Wilderness do not be fooled:
'Tis Paradise on Earth;
To never be by High King ruled
Or grovel low as Serf.
But Nature tires of petty War –
Of Man's destructive Vice;
With blood Instruction she casts forth
Upon her Champions' noble Paws
Shew Runes of felsome Might;
With eld script Brand'd in their Claws
They charge unto the Fight.
These soldiers wield no Shield or Sword
Or tools of Metal's peal;
For Nature is loath to accord
Great Nature's purity decrees
All reduce to its Least;
She suffers no abilities
To sully Noble Beast.