The Shifters' Rhyme


'Twixt the hunter and the wolf
The green lights dance and flare
Mother Moon's a-wanderin'
Can you taste the cold clear air?

Stone and water, wind and fire
A heart both strong and true
All things grow as all things change
To pass and be made new

Snow and starlight, grass and rain
The hunter and the kin
Two to walk, and four to run
Beneath the selfsame skin

O'er the fields and through the wood
To the high and ancient tor
All who come, they leave again
Few as they were before

Cold the wind, and gone the flame
That 'twixt the brethren flared
Warm the fur and swift the paws
Two kinds, fourever paired


-- Tonin, 17 March 2013