As Liam wanders

Through the woodland trees

He looks up and sees her

Between the branches and leaves

The mountains aren’t far ahead

So he runs toward a cliff’s edge

Because he doesn’t want to miss her

Not tonight.

He climbs to the cliff’s edge

That towers the trees.

A rock ledge

That sticks out of the mountainside

The moon is full,

visible and glowing.

He transforms from man to wolf,

Shedding his clothes.

Then softly growling before an inhale.

And exhaling a solemn cry,

As the wind carries his gentle bellows.

O’ the grey-furred wolf,

How he howls at the moon

Echoing through the deep, dense forest

Under the lunar shadow

His ode to the lunar goddess.

With her skin as dark as her eyes,

And hair as light as the moon’s gleam.

Tala, as the goddess of the sky rock listens…

And glistens ever more.