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My only companions are my dreams
my only friends Who call out for me
their voices a melody for me to fallow
save me my friends from this Dark World

Wolfs teach me to be loyal and to fight the dark  
and when make love to the dark embracing 
it becoming dark myself yet not to succumb to its control

Fae teach me to kill with words And when to use them to save
Of the meanings of speech and its clever twists
To speak a truth one does not want to hear
And still make them hear tote truth

Twin sprits teach me to know the sprits
Those elusive things some call souls
Not knowing how to talk with them,  we converse
Not knowing how to feel their presence, I touch them
I feel the hands brush against my skin

As dragons, teach of fire, rage, and bloodlust ,when to use it 
and how to use it well like a well made WAR HAMMER 
,and from the masters I learn lore and flight
 for though I have no wings still I fly with them

Trees teach of patience 
And the earth’s presence and how to care her
Of the minds herbs and streams to feed my roots
As my branches wither
Their Skills With The Wood Are Rival To None

Succubus and Incubus you teach of the heart,
 it’s betrayals, loves, comforts 
how to guard the heart, and still feel 
for they know best, its mysterious ways

Whilst my heart, mind and body scream
Scream for release from this reality
To dreams and the worlds found 
through their doorways

Call out to me my friends
save me from those who ridicule me
who constrain me in chains of iron as they sear my flesh
Holding me fast to things, I must not do or have
cages of words, deeds, people, and their judgments

I Hate Them, And Their Ways are both evil and cruel 
I know not how long I have left 
For my blood screams for vengeance
To bathe in its fires ,to soar free in the skies 
where none but you can reach me

SAVE ME, MY FRIENDS I BEG YOU!!!
I long for your embrace your fiery breath
 the sweet scent of wet moss you warm sprit upon mine
the pack running singing the songs 
that change me to your likeness
the sleep  where my heart lies in your hands
as you feed your lustful hungers upon my troubles
leaving me to sleep untroubled free of my cares and worries 
giving me my heart backed still with its worries and cares but unburdened

you cleaver  teachers I lust for your wisdom  
and the peace you bring me 
please come open the doorway
to the forests and the fire moors 
 save me my friends


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