Time To Fly

ebon wings furled
clipped, tethered
she waits in the darkness
of her thought

soon to take flight
beside the falcon
long journey into
the land of shadows

the mistress of silver
places about her neck
an emblem of hope
of peace for the future

the wolf howls
strong encouragement
lending strength and wisdom
for the trials ahead

wings unfurled at last
the west wind in her eyes
fear and misgivings
but her duty clear

taking the hand
of the mistress of silver
kisses her cheek
and vows to keep hope

turning to the wolf
she smiles as she hugs him
champion, greatheart
her tears fall free

at last she is ready
places her hand in
the hand of the falcon
'my love, tis time to fly'