We are the wild cats
We are the black winged ones
We are the light soaring ones
We are the free ones
The jungle vine swinging ones
With deep souls of fiery passion

We are the howlers
the grizzly sizzly growlers
Prowling our desires
We are yearning with an ancient burning
We are fire
Sacred fire
Untamed fire
We are risers
We are seekers
We are destroyers
Wanderers

We are the branch twisting
Tongue hissing
Cackly
Wild
Wild ones

Roots that tear rocky granite open
To stretch into the innermost
To reach into the bubbly
molten lava
Core
Of our cardinal sins...

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Electric galaxies
Zapping through veins of static hair
We are the witch sisters
Stormin' swarmin' transformin'  explorin' roarin'
Stirring up a *** of sinister magic
We are the atrocious
We... are the wise
We are the... ruthless

We are...
A different kind of guardian

We are cats
Hungry
So, so hungry with longing
For the deep, deep,
Soul quakin'
Earth shakin'
Rumbling
Mountain movin'
Screaming volcanic eruption
Of untamed Passion

We are the ones
who caught hold of the sun,
left flaming
in our courageous hands.

We are
Restless hearts with lighted torches
Who shall run
For centuries upon centuries
Carving
our feet into the soil

We are the feathered tips
That wing into the crying sky

We are the ripe
Youthful
Laughing ones
Jovial
Free ones

The adventurers
the adventerous
The unquenchable
The mysterious

The stalking
The silent

The Venomous,
whose bite
will make you one of us,
Thirsty
So
so
very
Very Thirsty..

We are blood lustin'
***** stompin'
Vampires
With never ending desire

We are the cape wearing
Dracula
With flaring bats

We are absolutely MAD!!
MAD MAD MAD
to the bone!!!

And...

...all alone...

Scaring away those afraid

Of what lies at the centre
of that storm
Oh but we primordial spirits know
We have been versed in this dance
We have sung these songs
We have spun these flames
and
Even if
we cannot fathom,
Our bones shall unwillingly guide  us
Pull us
to that place,
To the center
Of this storm.

For that is where
the truest light exists.
There lies,
The absolute,
The unquestionable,
The silent
Mother.
She waters our fires
(A gentle sizzling hum),
She melts us,
into her soothing oceans.

We are ( I say in earnest whispers) the wild ones
who run
run
       run
               run
                            naked
until starry eyed skies
make love
to daybreak

And
raspy sunrises
fold over yawns
Like soft warm blankets

Kittens once again
Bathing in the great
and
mighty
womb
Of all
creation.

Bathing...
in the
Ethereal
bliss
Of
Silence.