From a time somewhere forgotten
A wolfspirit roamed the land,
Searching, hunting, waiting
to someday learn the plan.

On a dawn morning
a maiden rose anew.
Knowing not why
but there was something she must do.

Whispers from all over
calling out her name.
Beckoning she who hears
To be brave and strong today.

Come to Me, Come to Me
so we can unite.
Let our bodies blend together
let us hold each other tight.

The spirit of the wolf, the heart of the maiden,
joined as one this day.
Set back upon the land so sweet
to help lead us on our way.

by Margaret Wardlaw

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