Hell Wolves


Myths and legends and the haunting beauty of the Colorado Rockies have always held my fascination. Maybe that little boy in me has never grown up. Every childhood should have tales of mythology and folklore that make us want to explore the unknown and seek the truth of such things. Is the story poem of the Hell Wolves below true? You decide, but I ask you to read with that childlike wonder you may have lost in years past.

Hell Wolves
My night of the Hell Wolves happened exactly 30 years ago,
Was it real or a dream—specters from the past I will never know?
My trip began with thoughts of being rich and looking for gold,
Headed to the Rockies in the autumn as this story begins to unfold.
Not the typical fall day, but full of rain, fog, and a dampening mist,
A treasure legend in my mind and an antique treasure map in my fist.
Wolves From hell chained to the entrance of a lost and ancient gold mine,
Guarding the golden nuggets within the darkness they were assigned.
Barely fed, just enough water the wolves became as mean as Hell,
Killed more than a dozen robbers or so goes the legendary tale.
Over a hundred years have passed and ghosts I did not believe,
It was an adventure and possible golden nuggets I hoped to achieve.
Before sunset I found what I was looking for—the mine of ancient lore,
Day was lost, the night closed in—not enough light to explore any more.
Mine shaft indeed – at the entrance that had the fabled vintage chains,
Most frightening were the Hell Wolves ghastly, and brittle bones remains.
It would seem that the story of the Hounds from Hell was the absolute truth,
As I pocketed one of the now decayed dead Hell Wolves sharpened tooth.
Setting camp the night, the mountain began to change—the air became cold,
Stars disappeared – then silence—no forest sounds at the goldmine threshold.
Cold night air became thick and somehow felt like an electrical charge,
Within my soul I felt the Hell Wolves shadowy ghosts roaming at large.
Panting of large canines broke the silence and were close to my proximity,
Now low menacing growls more than eerie closed into – my vicinity.
Now upon my ears the sound of padded paws circled my campsite,
Not seeing them, but the fear of the Wolves from Hell made me take flight.
Bolting for the night and my faraway jeep, heart pounding and racing,
To stay ahead of the phantom Hell Wolves that me they were chasing.
As I ran evergreen, and aspens limbs slashed my face here and there,
Wraithlike Hell Wolves closed the distance – I began to say the Lord’s Prayer.
Maybe it just the dead tooth they wanted – for I had not taken any gold,
Grabbing it from my pocket threw off my stride – tripped, fell and rolled.
Sweat pouring and chest heaving rolling onto my back I saw them near,
Spectral Hell Wolves—being torn limb to limb was now my only fear.
Throwing the tooth over the backs of the shape-shifting hounds of Hell,
Tossing the tooth the Hell Wolves in the dark their image started to dispel.
Now 30 years have passed and I look back and think about this tale,
Wondering if it really happened, and how I survived the Hounds from Hell.
Kurt James
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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. With family roots in western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographer’s through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. His poetry has been featured in the Denver Post, PM Magazine and on 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 5 novels all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand Kurt has also released a poetry collection - Poetry and Thoughts of a Wandering Man - (Uniquely Colorado edition) and now this collection - Poetry and Reflections of a Wandering Man (Random Thoughts edition) all are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt is working on his 7th Colorado adventure tale novel “When the Song Vanishes”.

4 thoughts on “Hell Wolves

  • November 3, 2019 at 5:33 AM

    I love myths and folklore. This legend of the wolves is really scary and very well-told with your great poem. Thank you, Kurt, for sharing it here.

    • November 3, 2019 at 3:13 PM

      Like you Phyllis I love myths and legends. They make for great storytelling. Thanks for stopping by for a spell.

  • November 10, 2019 at 7:42 AM

    I love epic poems that tell great myths and legends including your well written poem. I enjoyed how you told the story. Great read all around. Jamie

    • November 10, 2019 at 5:29 PM

      Thanks Jamie – your comment means a lot to me. I have always been fascinated by myths and legends and do enjoy writing about them.


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