Song to LaLoba

Tend and sing to the bones
to call Laloba near
The woman who runs with wolves
has no insecurities or fear.

The Dark Man in my dreams
has stolen and rendered toll.
Freedom to create and stand
is needed for my soul.

Shewolf has the hidden truths
she has ability to know.
Standing in the face of power
Power leans to her and grows.

If you need to love her,
You need to love her whole.
Her dualities are complex
You need to love her soul.

In every day life cycles,
death must be endured
Skeleton Woman is whole again,
life has been incurred.
Copyright Annie

Within This Den

Within this den,
We sing over the bones.
Those stark white stories that open the doors to our deepest scars
And we are healed; we are Wild Women.

Within this den,
We wear our seal skins.
Those very tight fitting leather skins for our soul.
And we are our true soul selves.

Within this den,
We listen to Vasalisa.
Those, fits in your soul-pocket, dolls that we feed the wild bites of life.
And we are intuitive.

Within this den,
We wear our red shoes.
Those bright, red, street walking, out to get wild and have fun, shoes.
And we are outrageously perfect.

Within this den,
We wear our wolf eyes.
Those that see prey and predator, and look longingly towards our pack.
And we are packmates.

Within this den we are
The Wild Wolf Women of the Web.

by Annie
Crystalwolf

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