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
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Copyright © Jennifer Sanfilippo | Year Posted 2018
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