The Wolf Moon

Through sparkling night

Slips a sliver shape

Now icy eyes pierce

Snowy ’scape.

From shadowy depth

To gleaming peak

Now hide the timid

And the weak.

His fearsome visage

And gleaming coat

Now stab with fear

Each heart remote.

With dreadful purpose

He climbs the heights

Where howling, longing

He greets the nights.

While those below

A-tremble lie,

The Wolf must gaze

At naught but sky.

The sky from whence

There might appear

His Goddess-love

Now shining clear.

With howls of gladness

The moon-struck swain

Espied the edge of

Her starry train.

Slowly, softly she

Filled the night,

Embraced him with

Her glowing light.

With joy, with bliss

He worshipped her

Until a thought

Must needs occur.

How she above

And he below

Togetherness could

Never know.

To look, to see

But ne’er to touch,

His warrior heart

Crack’d at such.

A crystal tear slid

From his eye,

A mournful wail

Filled the sky.

O wondrous Beast,

How strange to see

That we who feared

Now pity thee.

But devoted yet

He bides the year

Till icy moon

Shall reappear.

And thus to honour

Steadfast love

We give thy name

To Her above.