To the wonderful ladies in my life ,the people with us and no longer with us who have given it all in the name of their beloved ones,unquestioningly and selflessly
I found this for you
It is said she is made of storm cells ,and a wild wolfs hungry heart.
That she learnt the lightning’s secret ripping darkened skies apart.
The power of her presence can bring mountains to their knees.
Her song is one of chaos
As she stirs the angry seas .
But if you’d met you would be no wiser
For she is also born of light .
Another face amongst the crowd
The hidden hiding in plain site .
Great Power doesn’t always come
Inside the forms that you’d assume
But you would never doubt her strength
when she is howling at the moon .
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