Dire Paradoxes Poem by Timber Koleden

Grey are the eyes that newly upon the world looks
Returned and alive, the legend of old books
White shines the fur of an age distant and past
Rising to gleam again, after 10,000 years at last
In the clear and dismal howling is once more heard
The loud praises of the Holy Lord, it sounds unblurred
It roams and hunts in the dying of the world, at its birth
When it died in the youth of this ancient earth.
God's wonders are plentiful, and mercies abound
Even for wolves, his paradoxes are profound.