A modern poem about wolves, with an introduction and feelings about the author

Wolf I wander in the vast Arctic depths

The silver ice and snow cannot stop my steady pace

The biting cold wind cannot blow away my firm belief

The cold sea water cannot freeze my boiling blood

The white sky and earth give me silver fur

The biting temperature gives me icy eyes< /p>

The ruthless enemy gave me hard claws

I am destined to be a born strong

A strong person will never have tears

The strong will never be alone

Only the strong have the capital to be proud

Only the strong have the right to survive

I am destined to be in the dark night Wandering

I am destined to flash in the thunderstorm

I am destined to fight on the battlefield

I do not need any mercy

Accepting mercy from others will only prevent me from becoming stronger

I will defend my territory to the death

Anyone who wants to invade my territory will pay the price in blood

Wherever I went, no one could compete with me

They instinctively retreated

Looking at me from a distance

Looking at those eyes, full of awe and fear

At night, I raised my proud head

Staring at the deep sky< /p>

That hiss full of loneliness

It is my prayer to God

I wonder if my ancestors hundreds of millions of years ago

are also here The sacred oaths on this land are repeated here

The dark green eyes under the deep eyes

Reflect the sacred faith in my heart, the ancient sadness

My fangs are filled with thousands of years of unruliness

My blood is boiling with the faith of the wolf clan

I am not afraid of bleeding

Because Bleeding is a condition for survival

I will never give up the speed of lightning in running

I will never give up the unruly figure in the dark

I will never give up Give up the persistent belief in the wolf clan

I will never give up resisting the invasion of outsiders

I will never give up until the day I die...