Poem:
We all howl at the moon, but I wonder why
why must we all stand here and weep?
my love is lost and my hate began,
the hunters took my love away, and killed my children.
I wonder why i must stay, stay untill i wither away.
Today is my final day, the day that I will finaly join my family in the heavens above.
Although my body is gone, my spirit will remain, for you still need my guidance, you need to know that I care and that I will always be there for you.
My spirit may be in the form of a black raven, or even a white dove, what happens to me in the afterlife is up to the great spirits in the skies above.
I need you to know that I am here, even though I am dead and gone, that I am here.
No storm, no hail, no snow, now others can stop my spirit from being with you....
Note: this poem was written by Talia White Wolf, this poem somewhat reflects some of her feelings.
We all howl at the moon, but I wonder why
why must we all stand here and weep?
my love is lost and my hate began,
the hunters took my love away, and killed my children.
I wonder why i must stay, stay untill i wither away.
Today is my final day, the day that I will finaly join my family in the heavens above.
Although my body is gone, my spirit will remain, for you still need my guidance, you need to know that I care and that I will always be there for you.
My spirit may be in the form of a black raven, or even a white dove, what happens to me in the afterlife is up to the great spirits in the skies above.
I need you to know that I am here, even though I am dead and gone, that I am here.
No storm, no hail, no snow, now others can stop my spirit from being with you....
Note: this poem was written by Talia White Wolf, this poem somewhat reflects some of her feelings.
