As the Wolf Lord dances through the Winter of the World
As he dances while his Lady sleeps deep
As he dances through the forests and the frozen streams
As he dances to the rhythm of a world asleep
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Creation 1
Souls of Darkness
Souls of Light
Thoughts adashing
Chaos flight
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Fingers reaching to clouds floating blue,
winds whispered quiet through fingers reaching through,
all illusions of sometimes,
all sometimes,
all true!
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Though fear ruled and self-doubt stricken,
She did what she could to help.
Whether asked or not.
Less than some...,
More than Most....
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Within Towers of Darkness was I born
For lack of love and passions flight
Never to know or greet the morn
Or play in loving parental light
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The wind rushes through my open window
It sucks the heat of the moment out of this claus-space.
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Wolf Dance
As the Wolf Lord dances through the Winter of the World
As he dances while his Lady sleeps deep
As he dances through the forests and the frozen streams
As he dances to the rhythm of a world asleep
As the Wolf Lord dances through the thaw that is Spring
As he dances in joy reawakened
As he dances to quicken his Lady's dark womb
As he dances for life's new paths taken
As the Wolf Lord dances through moist Summer heat
As he dances for the love of their days
As he dances enthralled before the Lady's bright face
As he dances, for remembered old ways
As the Wolf Lord dances through the wild autumn storms
As he dances for the harvest and the hunt
As he dances the worlds to align once more
As he dances open the bright Samhain haunt
As the Wolf Lord dances, Life is renewed
while death's mysteries once more draws nigh
and the Summerland's harvest is heard once more
in the wonder of a baby's first cry....