Phantom Of The North!

Behold the Phantom of the North, The wild, white wolf of old! His legends nightly going forth And in hushed tones are told... Of how he glides across the snow, Or leaps to touch the sky! A ghostly figure none should know And no need asking why... Behold the Phantom 'twixt the trees, One second here, then gone! Of all the forest's fantasies, There's much to ponder on... For like a spectre seen at night, That chills you to the bone, Be thankful yet, despite the fright, That he walks on his own! Behold the Phantom face-to-face! Stand fast if courage lets, Or flee far from that awesome place, As if without regrets... The Phantom fears no coward soul, He's seen them run before! As long as each one knows his role, He'll howl forevermore! Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Phantom Of The North'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com