~ Oh, cometh ye Wolf-man,
For it is ye that bringeth the tides of the sea & the whispers of the moon,
Oh, Wolf-man, hear our cries at this time, the hour of the great Goddess,
Oh, waxing & waning moon speed along our heartfelt prayers with haste that only he, the Wolf of midnight, can hear,
Wind of the South, carry upon your silver edge the pity of every man, woman & child,
I call upon ye, the wolf of midnight, to appear. Within all of us, is you are. Listen, hark my call, oh Wolf-man,
Then, should you find our humble offering worthy, allow us to bow at your feet. All this, in honour of a transformation which you represent within every soul,
Oh cometh, ye wolfman, hear our calls this night, - the night of the great Goddess ~
Matt Higgins
