The Clan!

 

In the valley of mist,

they did exist

best of friends

where none pretends.

So pure as snow

that you will never know.

I swear

once they were

a bunch of strangers

through the changes,

they came close

against the tale of woes.

And there began

the story of the clan,

pack of wolves they call

the best of all.

In the shifting phases,

the thirteen faces,

bonded well

like unbreakable shell.

Danced together,

in the stormy weather

and they sung

as still young

were the nights

in the party lights.

All the happy hours

being the coworkers

chilling out a lot

in the favourite spot.

Work was fun

when they became one

with all the games

and funny names.

Plenty of fights

solved in rainy nights

with long talks

amidst ticking clocks,

and the evening walk

to the healing rock.

Good days or bad days

there was always

time for a tea

at half past three.

All the gossips

with the coffee sips

and the breakfast stories

were the best memories.

Eating popcorns at the movies

to cooking with the groupies.

The love for monopoly

but will never end properly.

They never quit

until the costs are well split

but otherwise

the splitwise!

Waiting for the click,

to get a good pic,

finally thunder claps

for the best snaps!

And as they say

in their own way,

"The strength of the 

wolf is the pack and the

strength of the pack 

is the wolf"; never crack!