Mists from mountain teeth
Roll down in Summer
From Winter's lofty wreath
Of cloud enamoured frost.
And Autumnal nights
Of wind and woodsmoke
Parlay with Spring's delights
In sullen Kelganost.
The Beast descends from
His throne within the
The Olympic kingdom
As a mighty Wolf lost.
Into our world the
God of War comes to
Hunt and play throughout the
Wilds of Kelganost.
Where Angriluin
Greets the Crystal Sea,
Dark waters chill the skin
And ships are southward tossed,
Remember the touch
On the souls of men
When in warmer waters,
Northerly Kelganost.
Jason Behnke
2004
Northerly Kelganost
