She Walks Where The Wild Things Are, poetry by Lady C. E. Miller at Spillwords.com

She Walks Where The Wild Things Are

She Walks Where The Wild Things Are

written by: Lady C. E. Miller

 

Astride a mighty mare she slips through dusky fog.
A raven soars above her… led by wild wolves and a dog.
She reached forest’s edge as night fell dark and true.
She’s the bravest loyal friend, but you don’t want her mad at you.
For it is she who walks alone… where the wild things are.
A place you dare not enter without the purest heart.
She has ever known the ancients… honored all along.
Here in darkness, with her tribe… their blood sings the ancient’s song.
Her sisters awaited her presence, from prying eyes they’re free.
Around the fire they dance together, their souls sing joyfully.
True freedom is seldom found… in the modern world of men.
Here they have learned betrayal of self is the greatest mortal sin.
So, learn ‘ye from the feral ones, the ladies dark and faire.
Listen for silent hoofbeats and follow them with care.
The wild woman and her sisters beckon you to join and learn.
Freedom to be yourself and bless your soul with all it yearns.
For by this roaring fire… the wild women… they do care.
Walk into the circle, head held high for sister you’re welcome there.

Lady C. E. Miller

Lady C. E. Miller

Lady C. E. Miller is a pseudonym given as an honorary title from Dunans’ Castle in her quest of family Ancestry. She lives in southeast Texas on a small farm where they have horses, cattle, sometimes goats... chickens, rabbits, dogs and cats, and a general menagerie. She spends her time photographing, writing, and painting. Sharing the country life with her husband and their four-legged family.
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