The
Were-Wife
by Jim Gardner
Come, thou stranger, come and
see
the lair and danger that comforts me.
She rises from our bed so fair
with silken limbs and golden hair.
Poem, how strange her speech to
me.
Roam; how strong her magics be.
There she stands with
out-stretched hands
Among The Clan she growls our plans.
Ruler of dark timberlands,
Pale Wolf-Queen that holds my hand
Wine red lips until The Moon
Beckons her and all too soon
We are running; she ranges far
demanding every cloud and star
bow to fang and fury be;
leads our gang but still loves me.
Then come the sun;
she’s mine again
safe within our cozy den.
See, thou stranger, those
gauze-gray eyes
and hear the danger of her sighs
Warm embraces comfort buys,
but cross My Love and you will die.
'Tis safe tonight the moon is
gone.
She hears the comfort of my song.
Musics, magics intertwine
moaning softly she is mine.
Go, thou stranger, go tell all.
Spread our fear to great and small.
That here she stands and holds
my hand
wolf and man and awful clan.
Rulers of dark timber stand
wolf and man both hand in hand.
Wine red lips I press with mine
The Pale Wolf-Queen my love I find.
Her danger is a gift you see
Pale Wolf-Queen beloved be.
© 2012 Jim Gardner
Jim Gardner is a trained engineering draftsman with a BS in Mechanical Engineering Technology and a former US Army helicopter pilot, veteran of the Vietnam War; for thirty-seven years and some 25,000-flight hours a helicopter/airplane/airline pilot, Flight Instructor, Flight Engineer, etc. He is familiar with many sorts of machinery, weaponry, combat et al, but two years ago became a Christian clergyman.
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