Queen Of The Land

In a casual stole upon a mid-nights eve.
Stars shine on with the evening light.
Death piecing eyes of pearl black coal.
Loom through the enchanted night.

Such power and beauty moving in silence.
Head held high with pride.
The wolf moves on through the dim lit forest.
In search of the animals that hide.

Climbing high on the hill, she looks out on the land.
As the sun reaches out to the night.
The wolf stands high on the mountain cliff.
Portrayed by the flames of the morning light...

by Dayle Gaylin

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