Jesse Lee
Pinpricks of silver on black velvet,
scattered remains of last night’s
shattered moon.
A glowing beast,
a ball of light held in its mouth
as he stalks through the night.
The raiders of the sea
called him the torch of Loki,
guiding the mischievous god
to the land of mortals.
The ancients knew him as
Orion’s hunting companion,
following his master into death
to hunt the night dark west.
He gave his blessing to the archers,
His blood to the wolves,
His love to the lost,
an eternal fire against
the shadows.
He answers the howls
of his earthbound brothers
with a shimmering, silent dance,
burning brighter than all his celestial kin,
a wildfire among candles.