Hall of the Bear King


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A visitor, I enter the dark wood
A kingdom far from home
Yellow eyed spies surround me
Away from man I roam

The wind tumbles forth
White Winter Lips whisp warning
Who am I? Dare enter this wood?
Great Hall of the Mighty Bear King

Birds flutter by
Winged whispers in the dark
The Wren, The Raven,
The Crow and the Lark

“Who, Who?” calls the Owl
Accusing eyes bright
Who dares trespass?
Our great hall this night?

The Wood grows darker
And I, more alone
The path a scant whisp
Hazy as smoke
White as bone.

And then hail, he enters.
On a throne of moonlight.
Fierce eyes shining defiant.
Smoldering flames of the night.

Hail Lord of Old.
Mighty King of the trees.
Hail Lord of Mystery
Bear King, you call to me

You are a primitive monster
Before you I tremble in fear
True power manifest
Shakes the Earth in a mere roar

Kill me if you must
Or let me live healthy and long
Such is the love of the Bear King
Such is the law of the Strong

7 responses

  1. great poem!!!!!

    January 25, 2013 at 2:07 am

  2. I don’t know why i never hit on your poetry link before, duh. I think i will beblog this one as the bears go into hibernation here, hopefully, thus leaving our bird feeders intact. I just saw this story today about who really funds anti-climate change theories and thought of you. enjoy. http://archaeologynewsnetwork.blogspot.com/2013/12/new-study-reveals-funders-behind.html#.UrmZZ7TJP1A Have a happy holiday. Lee

    December 24, 2013 at 10:52 am

  3. Reblogged this on Blau Stern Schwarz Schlonge and commented:
    I have followed Metal Gaia for awhile, but for some reason never fully explored her page links at the top of her blog like Poetry, Gender, etc. I found this poem and illustration about the Great Bear spirit, which is evident here where I live. Some of the old AmerIndian shaman spirits that still walk around take on their form. I have an old hand painted hex sign of a standing bear within a kind of buzz saw mandala which is very powerful, given me by a powwow witch in our coven, and am amazed by its power. And this time of year the bears still have not hibernated since they are tearing down my nearby relatives bird feeders, but luckily have not found mine again since they like to roll them around and down into the steep banked stream which are hell to get out. Enjoy the poem relevant to this time of year and blessed be.

    December 24, 2013 at 11:45 am

  4. Brenna Adaira

    Reblogged this on The Raven and The Oak and commented:
    In an appropriately Wylde Hunt-y mood. 🙂 Found this beautiful poem this evening.

    December 26, 2013 at 2:05 am

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