Ancient Child

My mother's form is in my wings The Wolf carried me in Rapture My brother hath flown me in flame With my sword the beast I slew I am Sister to the Silver Wheel I have danced to the twin flutes The White Moon wiped the fever from my brow My Father has food for many His heart high as oak's crown Have I not heard the waters of home? The Lady who once was returns I taught the young beside the eternal flame I dance on the unhewn stone How many ways have I had a name? I am the Healer by the Well I fought beside a Silver Hand Sister I am to the Dragon in gold Loved by the Lady of the Crown of the North Wind The Isle I have known from the first I play within the Wizards beard faeryluna.com