Ben Weingart, 2014.
Who am I?
I woke in the shadow of the giant
Raised under his watchful eye
Searching for a pack, the shooting star that flies alone
I am of the mist at the edge of perception
I am the name of the falcon, the call of the wolves
The paladin—embarking on another crusade
I am of the burning skies and the dark void between the stars
I am the metal golem that rises to do battle
I am the Dark Angel; I am the bard
I am of the smell of musty air and the silence in the forgotten halls of comfort
I am the traveler, the Wanderer, the keeper of secrets
I am the Seer and the Scout
I am of the forest and the silent tranquility of the rivers
I am the birdsong and the leaves crunching underfoot
I am the warden, the guide.
I am of the fortress of souls, and the Line
I am the war cry, the raging bright fire
I am the protector and the guardian
I will not fail; I have learned to follow the wolves