The Love Hunt Poem

Long, long ago, when the world was young And was fashioned for forming new life, Upon those lands, the Great Spirit Sung The Song of Green Nature grown rife. Then, when the World of the Wolf was Wild With the growth of great grasses and trees, Each Primal creature was born as First Child Of all of the Creatures Man sees. And the Great Spirit sang, low and then high; From these notes, Male and Female were born: The very first Bird to fly in the sky, And the very first Mouse in the corn. And thus the First Wolves were created, In the beginning, both Cruelly Cursed, For both were set apart and fated To Hunt for True Love – their Last and First. With one in the West and one in the East; For a whole world away was their fate, Each with the hunger to hunt and to feast On the Love of a lonely Soul- Mate. Marrok, the He-Wolf, paced in the West, All alone with the mountains and trees, Whilst She-Wolf Canina, prowled as best She could in the East, where tundra’s freeze. Such was the Doom of these Souls of the Snow, Such was the plight of these Lovers unmet, To Prowl and to Howl and still yet to know The Lick of the Love they hadn’t had yet. Such was this Cosmic game of cruel chance, In Casting these Souls as poles apart; Hunting each other in a lonely dance - By Light of the Moon and Beat of the Heart!

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Chapter 1:  The Love Hunt

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Long, long ago, when the world was young And was fashioned for forming new life, Upon those lands, the Great Spirit Sung The Song of Green Nature grown rife. Then, when the World of the Wolf was Wild With the growth of great grasses and trees, Each Primal creature was born as First Child Of all of the Creatures Man sees. And the Great Spirit sang, low and then high; From these notes, Male and Female were born: The very first Bird to fly in the sky, And the very first Mouse in the corn. And thus the First Wolves were created, In the beginning, both Cruelly Cursed, For both were set apart and fated To Hunt for True Love – their Last and First. With one in the West and one in the East; For a whole world away was their fate, Each with the hunger to hunt and to feast On the Love of a lonely Soul- Mate. Marrok, the He-Wolf, paced in the West, All alone with the mountains and trees, Whilst She-Wolf Canina, prowled as best She could in the East, where tundra’s freeze. Such was the Doom of these Souls of the Snow, Such was the plight of these Lovers unmet, To Prowl and to Howl and still yet to know The Lick of the Love they hadn’t had yet. Such was this Cosmic game of cruel chance, In Casting these Souls as poles apart; Hunting each other in a lonely dance - By Light of the Moon and Beat of the Heart!
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Love Poem 1

Chapter 1:  The Love Hunt

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The Love Hunt Lyrics

Long, long ago, when the world was young And was fashioned for forming new life, Upon those lands, the Great Spirit Sung The Song of Green Nature grown rife. Then, when the World of the Wolf was Wild With the growth of great grasses and trees, Each Primal creature was born as First Child Of all of the Creatures Man sees. And the Great Spirit sang, low and then high; From these notes, Male and Female were born: The very first Bird to fly in the sky, And the very first Mouse in the corn. And thus the First Wolves were created, In the beginning, both Cruelly Cursed, For both were set apart and fated To Hunt for True Love – their Last and First. With one in the West and one in the East; For a whole world away was their fate, Each with the hunger to hunt and to feast On the Love of a lonely Soul- Mate. Marrok, the He-Wolf, paced in the West, All alone with the mountains and trees, Whilst She-Wolf Canina, prowled as best She could in the East, where tundra’s freeze. Such was the Doom of these Souls of the Snow, Such was the plight of these Lovers unmet, To Prowl and to Howl and still yet to know The Lick of the Love they hadn’t had yet. Such was this Cosmic game of cruel chance, In Casting these Souls as poles apart; Hunting each other in a lonely dance - By Light of the Moon and Beat of the Heart!

The Love Hunt Poem

Long, long ago, when the world was young And was fashioned for forming new life, Upon those lands, the Great Spirit Sung The Song of Green Nature grown rife. Then, when the World of the Wolf was Wild With the growth of great grasses and trees, Each Primal creature was born as First Child Of all of the Creatures Man sees. And the Great Spirit sang, low and then high; From these notes, Male and Female were born: The very first Bird to fly in the sky, And the very first Mouse in the corn. And thus the First Wolves were created, In the beginning, both Cruelly Cursed, For both were set apart and fated To Hunt for True Love – their Last and First. With one in the West and one in the East; For a whole world away was their fate, Each with the hunger to hunt and to feast On the Love of a lonely Soul- Mate. Marrok, the He-Wolf, paced in the West, All alone with the mountains and trees, Whilst She-Wolf Canina, prowled as best She could in the East, where tundra’s freeze. Such was the Doom of these Souls of the Snow, Such was the plight of these Lovers unmet, To Prowl and to Howl and still yet to know The Lick of the Love they hadn’t had yet. Such was this Cosmic game of cruel chance, In Casting these Souls as poles apart; Hunting each other in a lonely dance - By Light of the Moon and Beat of the Heart!
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