She rides well.
Bare on bear.
Beauty and the beast
together.
Here skin white as snow,
eyes bright like the full moon.
A wolf goddess,
spirit of ancients
ever seeking
to cleanse afflictions that beset man
through the power of her healing.
As Gaia's conduit
her hands are those that heal
for they channel the pure spirit of well-being.
It surges through her -
It drives her -
It replenishes her -
creating harmony and balance.
Her calling.
Her wolves -
ever powerful -
watchful -
protective -
loving -
silent -
until the time comes
to release them from the spirit world.
Her gift.
Our good fortune.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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