[Oddwen]

He chanted a song of Werewolfery,
Of piercing, opening, of treachery,
Revealing, uncloaking, betraying.
Then sudden Valier there swaying
Sang in answer a song of staying,
Resisting, battling against power,
Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
And trust unbroken, freedom, escape;
Of changing and of shifting shape
Of snares eluded, broken traps,
The prison opening, the chain that snaps.

Backwards and forwards swayed their song.
Reeling and foundering, as ever more strong
The chanting swelled, Valier fought,
And all the magic and might she brought
Of Barrow-downs into her words.
Softly in the gloom they heard the posts
Singing afar in N-and-N,
The sighing of the Mods beyond,
Beyond the Haud-en-neghin, on sand,
On sand of bones in Barrow-land.

Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing
In Chapter-by-chapter, the red blood flowing
Beside the Books, where the Movies slew
Tom Bombadil, and stealing drew
Their white posts with their white topics
From were-lit havens. The wind wails,
The wolf howls. The ravens flee.
The mods mutter at the posts in ME-Mirth.
The captives sad in RL mourn.
Thunder rumbles, the fires burn ---
And Valier fell before the wolf.


WOLVES WIN!!