The Great Scheme: The Battle

Like an ocean beach, they come in waves.
The valley wolves, with their red eyes
and black fangs.
Today will be long and hard.
Mountain wolves gather from every
corner of the four winds.
The howls seem to be coming from
the valley itself.
The Warriors and their re-found Lost
emerge from the thicket, bloodied
and bruised.
The sun climbs over the horizon,
and with it, the valley wolves.
Their sharp, red claws, clicking on
the sun-warmed stone.
They charge, their teeth bared
and their hackles raised.
Like a black wave, they defy the wind.
Time for war.
The Warriors' group will not make it!
They must attack now.
Howling, the mountain wolves charge
into battle, biting and clawing and
growling.

The sun, falling down from the sky.
The battle is over.
Battered and broken, the mountain
wolves are victorious.
Patches of fur missing, they climb
back up the mountain, to their Lord.
The valley is quiet...for now.