Lupine

They do not see, wolf

That love and ire

Are two flames of the same fire

That when your packs stand as sentinel in unison

The edges of forest bow 

with honour running down its rivers

Your cleaving claws also caress

Mighty skies blowing the trumpet of your vigor

They do not see, girl

That feminine and Lupine

Are two sides of the same coin

That when you run 

with your tresses flowing in the wind

The scent of ancient Amazons runs amok in ecstasy

Your footprints revered by warriors

Tribes of constellations following your lead

They do not see, love

That when you race wind amidst the valleys

That when you howl to the moon from a cliff

The two parts of you are in unison

That you're both the sky and the storm 

You're both the moon and the howl