The Tales of Kerrak an'Drak

A Kaval poem. Just something I put together for fun — this is scifi poetry. It takes place within the continuity of my Adventures of Jade and Erk stories.

Deep in the scratches of the easterly waste
Under the closing eye of the Centaur
Where the tall warriors of the east make way
They are always ready for the hunt
But one elder cub stands lesser than the other hunters

A she-cub of an'Drak who is known by the name of Kerrak
As a young cub Kerrak lost many fights
And was called a runt by other cubs
As we know many runts grow to be fierce warriors
So it was when Kerrak came of an age
And took up the name an'Drak

This day she hunts under the dancing moons
In the twilight nights when the Centaur sleeps
She hunts the feral Meerwav'ak
And speaks in the other tongues
Of the people who came from higher than north
Who settled in the lands they call Pul.