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.
- She Walks Where The Wild Things Are - October 12, 2020
