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Beyond the town where
Sleeping mortals breathe,
Within the forest of
Whispering ancient trees,
Beside a lake
Of satin black waters,
Rests a silver haired Mistress –
One of night’s daughters.
Her wolf companion bays –
In homage to the moon,
The night wind carries
Her bewitching tune.
It rises above the
Howling winds -
And touches the soul
Deep within.
Entwined with her wolves
Lonely cries,
Her beautiful face
Turned to night sky,
The Mistress of Wolves
Bathed in moonlight –
Sends her bewitching song -
Into cold winter's night.