The Initiate Waits
He walks the earth, deep into the woods
Upon bare feet.
An enigma to most, for the truths he doth
Speak.
Within his sacred grove he receives,
Wisdom from its surrounding trees.
Those who seek the shaman’s wise words,
One must learn the language of the birds.
As he beats his drum to his melody sung,
Quietly, his initiate waits for him to return.
Often for days as hot embers burn.
While the shaman dances to his drum,
The initiate now is ready to be one.
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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