(note: I am not a skilled poet, this entry is simply the song my heart
does sing when I howl to the heavens. I make apologies for bad wording
if there is any, I have done my best to put into words something that is
between the lines.)

Fate and the Dog- By Felanir

Fate is an intriguing thing no?
How the strings of our lives are entwined in the great pattern of life.
How the dog can find his home with the Desert Roses' while his paws walk
the cobbles of black.
Fate is a cruel thing no?
The way sickness or age can snatch from us our loved ones and bear down
on us with the emptyness of their absense.
The way the Dog traps himself between the chasms and the flame.
Fate is a beautiful thing no?
When those loved ones do watch over us and fill us with their blessing,
their guidance, their wisdom.
When the Dog finds his resting place amongst the briar and the posies,
the world his eternal friend.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Halitus, in the year 403 AD.