He slinks through the halls with long lupine grace
Traveling alone with a peculiar pace.
The old wold is no longer in command of his pack.
There is no one here he trusts watching his back.
His place in the field has been usurped at last.
The trails he has traveled are now in his past.
His partners and friends he has left far behind,
He just see them now in his heart and his mind.
He now travels paths in his stuffy new world.
His canyons and hilltops are in confusions that whirl.
The faces he sees everyday are all strange.
The seem boring, uncaring and completly inane.
The wolf passes by cages with names on the walls.
He has one of his own and its just down the hall.
The tame dogs that live in them watch him with awe
Knowing he's lived by his fangs and his claws.
'Why is he here?' they all speak in hushed tones
'Who would send such a one into our home?'
'He is dangerous!' they say, 'He has killed in the night,
With his hands, with his guns and his sharp combat knife.'
When these pale little pets of the the powers that be
see him approaching their dens then they flee.
The guard dogs keep watch on this wolf that is old
knowing a predator stalks here in their fold.
The corporate jackals slink far out of his path
Not wanting anything that might earn his wrath.
Even the mighty hyenas theat feed from the spoils
Stay far far away from his dangerous coils.
"Why is he here?" one who wants to know asks.
"Who would take a dangerous wolf from his path?
Why would you cage one who's walked out in the stars?
Why would you keep him near when he wants to roam far?"
The answer, my friend, is we need him right here
To keep us all safe from the dangers we fear.
Only he can control the brute powers that out there be
Only he knows what dangers may be wandering free.
His team is still out there, defending the pass
Now it is them that he keeps safe from us to the last
The alien dangers ou there are their job as of late
His job is now guarding the mighty Stargate.
His team he protects from the politcian's might
His old command he defends with an often savage fight.
He takes verbal punishment, he suffers their spite
So we can sleep safe through the long peaceful night.
He stalks through these corridors, dreaming his dreams
Wishing he was out there, other wheres, other scenes.
But he does his duty to his very best
to protect and to serve us and keep safe the rest
It takes men like Jack, the dangerous ones,
To take back the bridge, to hold back the guns.
So we can sleep safely in our beds warm and tight
Because of rough men like him who stand guard in the long lonely night.
Heliopolis Main Archive
A Stargate: SG-1 Fanfiction Site
Wolf In The Fold
by Debi CKapitel Bemerkung:
This is dedicated to those who guard the gates and keep us safeSite Navigation
Support Heliopolis