This is a tale, countless ages told
Among the Wolf, to cub from old.
It is a story of true love,
Between Wolf below, and Moon above.
The Wolf and Moon were One they say,
Lovers, Friends, to this very day.
The sky at night their hunting grounds,
Their depth of love, it knew no bounds.
The Wolf one night, in foolish pride,
Chased a star that tried to hide.
They fell to Earth, Wolfs' heart grew sore,
The Moon still flew; the Wolf no more.
The Wolf at night calls to His Mate,
All alone, cursing Fate.
And to this day the Wolf will cry,
A mournful Howl to the night sky.
The faithful Moon shines loving light,
To call the Wolf back to their flight.
To light his way back to her side,
Apart, due to His foolish pride.
The Wolves tell of a night to come,
When Wolf returns to Moon, his One.
This is the story all cubs know,
Of Moon above, and Wolf below.
But the tale isn't done you see,
You are the Moon; the Wolf is me
My Moon has shone her tender light,
This Wolf on wings of love took flight.
Moon shone her light to guide Wolf Home
No longer will I walk alone.
Hand in hand, side by side we fly,
To hunt once more 'cross the night sky.
Our path, it leads us to our fate
So grateful to my true sou lmate.
So cubs must learn a new story,
You are the Moon, and Wolf is me.
The two are One, forever more,
True love the future holds in store.
We talk of dreams, and secrets shared,
In bed at night, our souls are bared.
You wonder how this story ends,
One more verse will tell all my friends
The Wolf.....it mates for life you see,
You are the Moon; the Wolf is me.

Found this poem some time ago and loved it.