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.