Category: Lone Wolf

Dig down deep into the ground
Closing eyes so they may see

Old wounds still festering
Hiding truths of you and me

Let them bleed out by confessing
Without harm to our life’s legacy

We are not flawed nor broken and
Must allow ourselves to break free

From enchantments still denying
How we have always been worthy

And are designed for
Love’s greatest glory

But they had not deserved what had happened to them – even though they could find plenty of fault in reviewing their own past “mistakes” and extreme behaviorisms enacted that had originally stemmed from source of good and worthy intentions, but had become corrupted over time by continued unrequitement.

So she gently-but-firmly held onto him, refusing to let him go until the spell was broken and their phasing could match – whether back into wolf, human, or some other form better for coinciding.

She knew where it must have happened…

They had both given too muvh to past mates who had not wanted them, and other competitors had come along, taking advantage of their life bond’s power imbalances.

They had each been so open-hearted and invested that they had not realized their own vulnerability – and had been blasted by hits of betrayal.

The black wolf burst into growling, at once feeling the “threat” to their situation.

But rather than let him dig and burst out to attck the well-meaning healer, she grabbed onto him, aware that his scrabbling sharp claws and pierce-snapping jaws could at any moment turn against her.

Surprisingly, he didn’t attack her.

He at first fought against her arms restraining him – but then hearing her cries of pain as her wounds ripped and feeling her will’s determination that for some reason he must stay still in her arms, his aggression subsided into quiet, trembling panting.

She had realized something.

She and the wolf were caught in a duality polar opposites enchantment.

She determined that they would stay in the earth’s concealment, and be receptive to their curse being broken.

The younger woman realized that she must have found the place by how the environment suddenly went very still and silent, as if everything were listening and guarding.

“Still as a tomb” – that was the feeling.

She realized that something different was needed here than she had originally thought and intended.

Deeper earth magic…

Deeper healing.

There was a younger woman looking for her, reading the signs, wanting to find and help her as she checked mounds of leaves to try to identify the tree for where she should begin digging.

But while she appreciated the love and healing that could be shared and provided by this younger one, she willed that for once just leave her there and buried.

She was hurt and tired with her youth’s luster pounded out of her.

She quieted her heart’s beating, willing her cell energy to slow, mask, and blend with the earth’s conduits.

Let her fuse with the elements.

Perhaps they would be her redeeming.

She couldn’t bear the heaviness and pain anymore of trying to work against gravity.

So let her soul become heavy…

Heavy as stone.