Your Ring On My Skeleton

the pack of wolves have spoken
in order to mark who's the alpha
to be shaken.
a human whose cub is to mess the den,
will have a bigger mess to expect on
the flight within

loki eyes are what they are known for,
the eyes they inherited from their mother so serene,
the eyes who the greatest alpha died for,
leaving three cubs fighting for the throne.

 

it might be long and violent,
the mayhem they have been on.
but the youngest won't insist on a fight,
unless her human is to be touched without her claws on.

 

a flightless bird,
a fangless wolf,
a dangerous cub,
will be a murder of crows.

 

she is the youngest but the rebellious,
he is the innocent but the powerful.
they will bear an interesting cub,
who’s the pack never imagined for.

two unlikely breeds of the powerful
will cross and change histories of the blessed.
fire will bleed on her skeleton,
a whole of claws and scales
they'll have to tame under the bloody moons.