Gray Wolf strumming

… this is the continuing story of my life as a fairy tale…

She did not acutally make it to the party of the Great Lion. Once her people began shooting up the flairs to signal her arrival, a portal opened and she knew this was a sign that though she was supposed to travel by way of the Great Lion she was not supposed to stop there so she went through the portal and found herself in a whole new world.. new people.. new music.. in the world of the Wolf

In this dimension many Wolves appeared to her and began howling for her attention so she began following the sounds of Wolf Callings.. there was one.. something about him.. everytime he appeared she would begin singing.. It was as if she was the musical instrument that he strummed. She found it most enjoyable being with him because the song that he would bring out of her was an Earthen Song.

He had told he that he was a Gray Wolf because of the symbol it represented, the balance between the black and the white. On the night he appeared inside her dreams, he called out to her, bid her open the door and then threw himself into her bed and then promptly disolved into spirit form and disappeared into a dream. So she just jumped in right behind him and together they began to run through the dream time..

When he disappeared into the darkness he became Black Wolf, dark as night.. and in the manner that he touched her, she began to sing: “gentle is the darkness as it moves around me.. We are lovers him and I, I am the white light, he is the black night. We are the polarities, the 2 opposites that are in holy union with each other. Our day against the night are in a constant union of making love, the darkness hides inside the daylight, in the shadows he compliments me always allowing the feeling of contrasting colors to show.. and I his love, the light, doth hide myself within his darkness .. in luminescence.. do I dance inside him.

Gray Wolf strumming, the songs that he brings from her, it was he who told her to write their story.. how he was seeking wisdom and spiritual bliss in his unconditional love of being around her.. and that was just the beginning of their story..

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