The musical journey into the world of “Where time flows downward…” : https://suno.com/playlist/4242fb7f-99f0-47f6-bab7-7f2f0d751734 ___________________________ Where the trail begins, dead silence starts to creep, The wolf won't howl, he listens while echoes fall asleep. The hunt is a strategy, blood is the aim, Hollow void is quiet - it’s not a mere game. He leads me where the others fear to tread, Where skies are black like coal and paths are dead. He is not kind or cruel, but knows the way, A wise old guide, a trickster in the fray. A predator of justice, sharp and cold, I keep my distance, as we both take hold. I learn not to tremble when he meets my eye, Nature does not judge. I believe it, though my heart beats high: "Run!Run!Run!" it warns. No justice here, just hunt, No malice in the kill, just nature's front. He watches, I stand, learning not how to flee, In nature, the heartbeat is all we can be. They call him evil, saying he must kill, But wolves protect their own by nature’s will. Survival of the pack, not lust for pain, Remove the wolf, the forest rots in vain. The problem isn't him, it's what we fear, We call it "evil" when the truth is near. 'Tis nature’s law, a role that he must play, Wolf masters every skill along his way. Science strips the morals from the light, While art restores the shadows to our sight. But truth is not in logic or in wine, Nor in the tears that make our spirit pine. Even the pious, with their holy fast, Can be the cruelest shadows ever cast. Why label the hunter with words made of spite? We fear what we see in the dead of the night. But greed in the human, the scorn and the sting, That is the true evil the dark winters bring. The sin is not meat, but the hate that we feed, The soul that consumes all the others in need. Dry up your tears, let the minor keys fade, For goodness is found in the choice that we've made. The earth’s truths evade us, No matter how fiercely we contend, No matter how we argue.
