Where are you, my Brother-Coyote?
What forests and plains you do roam?
Staying wary of wolfsbane, I do hope?
Keeping witches and vampires in check?
Where are you, my Higher-Coyote?
My Shapeshifter-Self, of all forms?
I was told - you are my Trickster Spirit.
For transition - I'm told - we must grope.
Where are you, my Werewolf-Coyote?
Our meeting is long overdue!
Your unflinching steadfastness I'm seeking;
Frolics' frivolous dance can't eschew
Any longer.
Pray, come: I am ready; let's rumble!
Let us Darkness audaciously fumble -
So it thinks we are its loyal lover:
Thus deceived, it will cleave wide asunder
And will cease with its Multiverse plunder!
(c)kRu, 26.04.10-03.10.23
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