Mistress of the dark is she, and keeper of the light
Emerging from the water's depth, I stumble in the night.
Howling wolves and baying dogs echo in my ear
Behind each rock and shadow lurk treachery and fear.
Moving through the midnight land as one moves in dreams
Nothing under moonlit skies is just the way it seems.
Spirit rains in droplets that dance before in my eyes
Intuition is the enemy of treachery and lies.
Her gift is in the dreamtime, when anything may be,
Her light shines down from blackened skies, and shows my path to me.