Through stories wide and long
In the darkest of winters delight
The story of 'The Changeling'
Was told to all boys and girls for fright.
Each night they would sit around
The campfire on the park rangers grounds
The fire in between would highlight their face
As the ranger told all of the story with the spookiest trace.
They oohh'd and aaah'd, like all children do
Their eyes all big, their mouths open wide
As he told of the woman who was half wolf half bride
To the pack of beings that many did see.
The wolf pack they were called to you and me
In this so called pack lived a male who was in lead
To all the others, who took to his deed
With him lived a being that was never seen.
She was known all around as a breed upon herself
For half woman and beast was what others would shout
As she ran through the woods, her long Blonde hair
Flying behind as she ran without care.
For the others around her would not even dare
To come between herself and her mate
For love brought them together, then it became fate
For both to rule all others, the master's of all.
For different they were, as two could ever be
'The Changeling' both were they
Half human both he and she
They would howl at the moon.
Their sound far off in the land
As they soared through the night
Their fur-like bodies, glistening in the moonlight
To the wind they chased, each side by side.
And if one should hear their far off cries
Or see their bodies as they flew through the night
They would stare in wonder at what they had seen
For 'The Changeling' though rare, was a spectacular being.
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