Chapter Text
There is a star that bites the dark,
A fire born of silver spark,
He walks in skin, but hums of flame—
The wolf, once wild, now knows his name.
He knows the scent, he knows the sound,
Of footfalls soft on forest ground,
Of laughter sharp as shattered glass,
And kisses stolen in the grass.
The others speak of moon and tide,
Of howling high and bloodied pride—
But this wolf turned his face afar,
And bowed instead to one lone star.
The Dog-Star walks with careless grace,
With wicked hands and holy face,
He bares his throat, he bares his teeth,
And binds the beast that waits beneath.
A mate, once taken, can’t be lost,
Not without flame, not without cost.
So mark this tale, ye wild or wise:
A star once claimed is star that dies.
For if he falls—by wand or war,
The wolf shall rend the world to soar,
No leash, no law, no spell shall part
The wolf from his star-stitched heart.
So pray, you gods, and pray you well—
That star burns bright, that star shan’t fell.
For should it blink, should Sirius fade…
The wolf shall hunt the world he made.