Poems

Part 8, by Cressida Cowell

This may not be the complete poem, but I tried to get it all.

Never and Forever

Don't blame the wolves, for winter is bitter
Don't blame the wolves, for wolves need to eat
The winter has chased all the game from the forest,
The wolf cubs are hungry, and I would taste sweet...

I don't want to die before I have children,
I don't want to die when the world is so young,
I don't want to die on this glorious midnight
With words not-yet-said and songs not-yet-sung...

I am young, I am poor, I can offer you nothing,
All I have is this bright pair of wings,
This air that I eat, these winds that I sleep on
This star path I dance in, where the moon sings...

See the swifts soar, they live well on nothing,
You are young, you are strong, if you'll give me your hand,
We'll leave earth entirely and never go back there,
We'll sleep on the breezes and never touch land...

I promise you gales and a merry adventure,
We'll fly on forever and never will part...
I am young, I am poor, I can offer you nothing,
Nothing but love and the beat of my heart