Poem 12 : The White Wolf

I am the Witcher

Who slays monsters.

I walk the lonely road

And sleep under the starry roof.

I have a scar on my face

Which has scarred my heart too.

My face has worn out

Of the weary path I walk through.

I am the white wolf,

Howling out loud,

Keeping the wraiths

Off my path.

I merry around

In the barns

Tossing wines and

Gambling with dwarfs.

I smell the scent

That drives me mad.

I fear that smile

Which trembles my guts.

I am the Witcher

Of the distant lands.

I am a rogue

Of the smelting time.

Cursed is my fate,

Bound by the destiny

That drives me through,

Past all the frenzy eyes.

I know no fear,

Here I come,

Unsheathe your sword

and fight the white wolf.

-         Shashank.K.D(12-04-2010)