The Wolf Den

This poem was written by one of our original members, and its vision of our virtual world carries up to the present day... More on the ebb and flow of WWWW list life

STAR MOUNTAIN On mountain top among the stars, there's tucked a special place It's magical and mystical and peaceful, full of grace The moonlight casts a golden glow, warm breezes sing a song Soft grasses sway, stars light the way, to those who do belong At midnight, the appointed hour, the wolves and maids appear With ears erect the wolves approach to see what they might hear The maidens lovely, glowing bright are never far behind The maids and wolves, the wolves and maids, so tightly intertwined The maidens dance with flowing hair, the wolves they prance and fly The wolves and maidens back and forth, go dancing in the sky They circle in a dance of love around the fires girth Their circle is a dance of love rejoicing in rebirth All gather in the soft sweet grass when dancing has to end And gather round for nightime tales the story tellers spin Too soon the mountain's quiet, the breezes sing alone The golden moon still hums the tune, but wolves and maids have gone On a mountain top among the stars, there's tucked a special place.... (Copyright Dottie the Nativewolf,1996)