The River of Time Flows Through Me

Deep in the heart of a forgotten hemlock forest

A stream flows swiftly over ancient weathered stones

Beneath her surface an ancient current whispers

The memories of a thousand dreams converging deep below

Lost in the swells of eternity

A blackened wolf spirit with feral eyes of fire

Lurks silent in the dark, watching from the pines

She calls to me from the depths of my own spirit

A primal vision of a thousand fates entwined

Bound in blood a softly spoken memory

Calls to me from beyond the carnal void

An ever fading glimpse of all eternity

An ancient hymn to call the spirits forth

Stare into the eyes of the beast

Mother owl guide my hand

Pull me back from the blackened precipice

Instill in me your sacred wisdom

And the river of time will run through my veins eternal