Mistress Of The Wolves Poem by Jessica Millsaps

She lays quietly in the dark
The dark sky above her, littered with stars
Her friend beside her, silver soft fur, golden eyes

The woman ponders all, as the moon starts to rise
Her long silver hair, and smooth soft skin
Her dark eyes, a color of almost sheer blackness

Her beauty entrances all men and women alike,
But nothing compares to her soft soulful songs,
Barely audible over the midnight breezes
Mixing with songs of her companions,
Getting lost in the dreams of those lucky enough to have seen her

The midnight moon hides her presence, but every now and then
A lucky soul sees her, just for a second, before she disappears into the night
A large silver wolf at her side
She'll look back at you, giving you one quick look
Her eyes smile, and her heart leaps, before she is gone for good