Wild for Wild
© Eiríkr Haf Úlfrsson
He can never truly be tamed; pure in ferocity
She runs wild with unabated Magick
Only ever matched in wildness and passion
The Woman who sees his Darkness
Creates a primal and equal understanding
Darkness and Light
Wildly running at night
Together understanding this;
Wildlings love Wildlings
Under the stars they dance
Around the fire of spirits
And Magick
Wolves of the Hearts
Ravens of the Mind
Fire and Ice of the Souls
That is the unity craved
By the Wildlings of the Ironwoods.