In shadows deep, a man of humble grace,Submissive heart, in service seeks his place.He contemplates the Goddess, wise and strong,Feminine Divine, to whom he would belong.Her power vast, her wisdom like a stream,He approaches, lost within a dream.A servants heart, with reverence he nears,In awe of Her, banishing all fears.Beneath the Wolf Moons light, a sacred glow,He sees her basking in its gentle throw.Feminine energy, a force untold,A dance of power, both fierce and bold.In silence, he beholds her radiant grace,A Goddess reigning in that sacred space.Her presence, like a beacon in the night,Guiding souls toward the path of light.Yet in that moment, humility takes hold,He feels unworthy, his spirit fold.Realizing the vastness of her might,He slips away into the silent night.A tender heart, now touched by moonlit gleam,Withdraws with grace, as if in a dream.For in the presence of the Feminine Divine,He glimpsed the truth, a Goddess so fine.The Wolf Moon wanes, casting shadows long,As he retreats, humbled and withdrawn.A submissive soul, beneath the lunar gleam,Whispers gratitude to the Goddess unseen.
