Tale of the Pack (a Packer poem)

I've been working on this for a while, still not sure how it ends. The last few stanzas I wrote today, it is incomplete, I kind of got emotional writing it. Hope it's Ok to post it in smack! Hope you like it, I love to write, it's one of my many passions! Go Packers!!!


Tale of the Pack

In the Land of the Pack,
The Old King lain down his mighty sword,
Only to be borne away to fight for an ancient enemy.

But, the Pack, never to wallow in despair, found
Faith in a New King, a new sword, mightier still.

The land breathed a new rhythm, a new song,
A new destiny of glory beyond measure.

Hearts beat as one, like the echo of a drum,
a million fans behind them.
Yearning, ever seeking, ever hoping to quench
An eternal dream for their beloved.

May the glory you seek, may you find.
May it be yours, as you are worthy to carry
Such a sword.

May you strike fear and dread into the hearts
Of your enemies ever as the Bear King
Fears the mighty Hammer of Thor,
Woodson, Tramon, Shields are strong,

Where the Hawk soars,
A castle's defenses are impenetrable.

When the New King leads his army into
Battle against the Old King, the time
Of the Viking is over.
For whenever one king falls,
A new one arises to take his place.

May glory be to The Pack,
Love saturated in a sea of
Green and gold.
Glory to The Pack.

We love thee no matter what occurs.
Never doubt there is strength inside
The mighty walls of your fortress
That the enemy fears above all things.

****************************

The battle has come

The Old King makes his last stand,
The mournful sound of the Viking horn
fading in his lament, begins to wither away
into a hollow of utter defeat.

The Pack marches on, stronger than ever now.
Strong to defend the mighty fortress of Lambeau.
The force of attack shall break any barrier,
enemies may not defend against.

The White Spirit looks on, always with the Pack,
For the Pack shall always prevail inside,
spirits of champions dwell within.

Glory be to the Pack,
sang the faithful
people of Lambeau.
Glory be to the Pack.

Loyalty, our hearts are yours,
Glory be to the Back,
forever more.

Edit: It's well past time I finish this poem, now that I know how it ends! The Superbowl!!!

Tale of the Pack

In the Land of the Pack,
The Old King lain down his mighty sword,
Only to be borne away to fight for an ancient enemy.

But, the Pack, never to wallow in despair, found
Faith in a New King, a new sword, mightier still.

The land breathed a new rhythm, a new song,
A new destiny of glory beyond measure.

Hearts beat as one, like the echo of a drum,
a million hearts beat for them.
Yearning, ever seeking, ever hoping to quench
An eternal dream for their beloved.

May the glory you seek, may you find.
May it be yours, as you are worthy to carry
Such a sword.

May you strike fear and dread into the hearts
Of your enemies ever as the Bear King
Fears the mighty Hammer of Thor,
Woodson, Tramon, our Shields are strong,

Where the Hawk soars,
A castle's defenses are impenetrable.

When the New King leads his army into
Battle against the Old King, the time
Of the Viking is over.
For whenever one king falls,
A new one arises to take his place.

May glory be to The Pack,
Love saturated in a sea of
Green and gold.
Glory to The Pack.

We love thee no matter what occurs.
Never doubt there is strength inside
The mighty walls of your fortress
That the enemy fears above all things.

****************************

The battle has come

The Old King makes his last stand,
The mournful sound of the Viking horn
fading in his lament, begins to wither away
into a hollow of utter defeat.

The Pack marches on, stronger than ever now.
Strong to defend the mighty fortress of Lambeau.
The force of attack shall break any barrier,
enemies may not defend against.

The White Spirit looks on, always with the Pack,
For the Pack shall always prevail inside,
spirits of champions dwell within.

Glory be to the Pack,
sang the faithful
people of Lambeau.
Glory be to the Pack.

Loyalty, our hearts are yours,
Glory be to the Pack,
forever more.

**********************

The Old King, drawn down in the
depths of utter defeat,
Viking ships sunk, lost in a purple haze.

So the Pack fights on. The New King's
leadership strong.
Ever trusting him to lead us into battle.
Ever trusting our defenses to hold.

The Pack, wounded and battered,
stood strong on faith and utter will
to survive. Tales of their demise
were not to be.

Eagles, Falcons, we fear you not.
Nor creatures of the sky, nor the Bear King,
who hung his head in shame and defeat
as the Pack brought him to his knees,
where still he remains, pride and dignity
lost.

All battles, this road we have traveled,
has led to a battle against an enemy of steel.
The Pack fears not.
For the New King, beloved,
leads the charge forth,
no army of steel can withstand.

As the Pack's defenses had proven,
Where the mighty Thor lays his hammer down,
you shall not pass. For stronger than steel
are the defenses of the Pack.

Now at long last, the last battle fought and won.
The Pack stands tall, exalted.
Green and gold light tremulous within,
glows like an aura, emotion
so strong, vibrating straight into your
solar plexus.

The Pack of the mighty.
Nothing they cannot overcome.
Strong, together, united.
A force so strong you can feel the
energy crackle within your very being
when they take the battle field.

Song in our hearts.
Song of the Pack.
Sweet victory be yours.
Evermore we shalt love thee!

~Kitten


It feels good to of finished that!

Thanks so much! I love to write! *Puts my geek hat on!
My "fantasy" came true, the Packers won the Superbowl!!!

I wonder if I should change the title of the thread to avoid confusion?

I don't know if I can edit the title, "Tale of the Pack" is the title of the poem itself. I posted it in "smack" forum instead of "Packers" fourm because at the time when I wrote and posted it, there were a lot of Vikings fans/ trolls on the forum and I thought the poem might be likely to generate smack talk, so I wanted to avoid any headaches for the mods. Thanks for giving it a read and glad you liked it! To be honest, I forgot to finish it, I was so hyped after the SB win, still am

I figured because they still haven't received their SB rings, the least I could do was finish their poem!