The Nameless One

oh how my heart cries out

my spirit howls out

beltaine,

a sabbat i've found no meaning in

passes

marked simply

by beautiful weather

nesting hawks

and a lit candle

for someone as young as i

i should be out reveling

dancing among the bonfires

imbibing mead

twirling around the may pole

and consummating the night

with my own faun

eh, but dealings with the harpies

rob me of breath

and strength of body

slowly still does my health return

only now do i chose

to clean out my bedroom

and drive out the last

germs of the plague

tomorrow, incense shall

banish all the rest

of the lingering illness

from my den

but, the moon rides high

and slowly turns to fullness

and my lupine spirit

grows restless

inside this human body

this decidedly human abode

she demands

fleet of foot

dark of pelt

and gleaming eyes

that pierce the night

she demands

time in the woods

time under La Luna

my original Goddess

the one without name

only Soul

so the drum will beat

and i'll change forms

sloughing off humanity

and donning the robes

of La Lupa herself

far more warming

and opulent than

the finest silks in the world

and i shall run free

and howl

and make peace

with my place

in this mad

mad world