In the vast expanse of the human soul,
Two mighty wolves embark on their eternal patrol,
One clad in light, with eyes like morning\'s glow,
The other enshrouded in shadows, an ominous foe.
They circle in silence, a never-ending dance,
Each in its essence, the embodiment of chance,
The light wolf sings of a love that mends and weaves,
A symphony of peace that in every heart believes.
It roams through the meadows of compassion\'s embrace,
Galloping on winds of hope, with a nimble grace,
Its howl is an aubade that greets the day\'s birth,
A call to the best within us, our inherent worth.
The dark wolf prowls with a gaze that pierces night,
Its fangs drip with desires unbound, a fearsome sight,
It feeds on the anger that festers within,
On envy\'s green gaze, and the bitterness of sin.
Its growl rumbles deep, with the greed that consumes,
In the hollow of our missteps, where darkness looms,
This wolf embodies the tempest of our fears,
The untamed storm that in every heart appears.
And so they vie for dominance, a ceaseless war,
In the battleground of our being, down to the core,
Each craving victory, to be the one we endear,
The one that we nourish, the one that we steer.
We stand as the arbiter of this ancient fight,
Deciding which wolf we\'ll bring into the light,
For the one we feed will surely ascend,
While the other, in neglect, will find its end.
With every act of kindness, the light wolf thrives,
With each deed of malice, the dark wolf derives,
The sustenance they need from our daily fare,
A reflection of our choices, our own affair.
So ponder well, dear traveler, which wolf you\'ll feed,
In every thought and action, in every creed,
For within the balance, your character is cast,
And in the echoes of the wolves, your legacy is vast.
Cherish the light wolf, with its pure, tender heart,
But neglect not the dark one, for it too plays a part,
In knowing its hunger, we learn to rise above,
To feed the light wolf, with a bounty of love. (\"Hungry Wolfs\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.