You circle me , so careful and yet so hungry for the chase that will come.
Daylight blooms in Your eyes:
Glowing gold stares back to me, so relentless, so remote
Yet barely holding back a wildly searing heat.
Twilight shines on Your white fur and it is too much:
My Lord is blinding, pure in His most starved ferocity
As He is in His compassionate kindness.
Nobility is in His light step, but His howl is all but a primal song,
A ruthless beauty in a softly mournful glove of sound.
Power is in His bones and Fire in His blood,
He cannot be restrained, if not by His own uncontainable will!
He will pursue and wear down,
He will hunt and devour,
Tear apart before soothing the bleeding flesh.
Lykeios, I ache in Your distance as I burn in Your holy presence.
I can never truly escape you,
Nor I want to,
But how can I stop trying when every time I turn around,
you are too much for my soul to bear?
Even if I think it’s safe saying I am no longer running from Apollon, I find that when I think of His animal attributes, I still consider the wolf as the embodiment of His harsher qualities. It’s not only about the ‘chase and catch’ pattern that is present in the myths of His loves tough. The Wolf is the very mirror of Apollon’ s balance of willful strength and power, authority and sociality, basic instinct and intelligent calculation. In my mind, it’s not only Apollon as a predator- it’s Him as a conqueror and enforcer of the will of Zeus and it’s Him as leader of men.
(Reposted with permission)
Hail Lykeios, Wolf-king, O howling wind
Keeping the gate of the beginning and the end,
You who preceed the dawn,O burgeoning light
Herald of the day, and harkener of the night;
With harmonic chords you etherically sing
O light-born, ravenous, all-destroying king.
You who destroy equally the night and day
Each season proceeds from you, birth to decay
That as the sun marks the endless spin of time
So you direct the course of the season’s climb
And the sigh of its decline by your wolf-light
As twilight proceeds the dawn and ushers night.
Hail to you Wolf of the Cosmos, white as the sun
Hail to you, aether-born, Zeus’ golden son!
O bane of the Telchines, fierce one– you rise
As a fiery dancer upon the waves you devise,
The light of solar winds, and bellows of breeze
The life-producing churn of the fruitful seas,
O Lycian lord bear forth your blazing flame
To enrich the soul and burn away the stain;
Before the sparks of your torch all evil flies,
Woe to the corrupt whom your arrows despise,
But joyously greet you the righteous and just,
You who mingles the ashes with the dust.
O Lykeios, dancing on your father’s hand,
Upon us let your rays ever begninantly land.