• Mystic Maiden

    She of the silver wolf,
    and the golden hair.
    White shield
    held at her side.
    She defends
    what cannot be seen:
    except in dreams.
    Through the forest she passes;
    Black deer raise their heads.
    Trees breathe the mist of ages
    rising from waterfalls of diamonds.
    Into this realm the Mystic Maiden
    seeks to bring a child
    to take over as guardian.
    But we have forgotten her.
    Forgotten the secret ways
    that make us more than who we are.
    She shines on us in vain.
    Our eyes turn inward;
    We do not see her light.
    The Mystic Maiden journeys on:
    alone again,
    except for her sword, radiating moonlight,
    and the shaggy beasts by her side.