Your Fur Is Black As The Raven's Wing,
And Soft As The Eagle's Sacred Feather,
Your Eyes Golden As The Dying Corn In October,
Your Teeth Are Never Barred,
And You Always Have The Same Posture,
Stark And Lean--Tail And Head Down,
As You Stare Into My Leafy Green Orbs,
It's As If You're Trying To Speak To Me,
Because Almost Every Night,
You Lurk In The Hollows Of My Dreams,
Sometimes In Dark Corners,
And Others In The Woods--Motioning For Me To,
Follow,
Sometimes I Am Human When With You,
Other's I Am Dwelling In A Different Form,
You Are From A Lifetime Ago,
We Must Have Been Close,
Though Now You Shyly Follow,
A Knowledgeable Ghost,
You Protect Me In Every Nightmare,
And Are With Me At Every Great Sight,
I Am Happy To Sleep,
Because You're There Every Night,
Your Masculine Presents Does Not Frighten Me,
And I Am Sad Every Time I Wake,
Though I Know You're There,
Running Through My Veins,
In A Part Of My Mind Which I Cannot Unlock
This Poem Isn't That Good But Every Night There Is A Black Wolf In My Dreams--And Sometimes A Whole Pack With All The Same Members, And The Black Wolf Always Seems To Try To Tell Me Something... The Natives Say It's Because I Have The Soul Of A Wolf--Interesting Huh?:)