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The wolf padded silently

From the mists of Wolf Creek

Into the magic circle

Where a wise witch did speak.

With her jeweled pewter wand,

She touched him on his head,

Cast a spell of enchantment

That bound him and so led

To his role as protector

At old Meadowsweet Farm.

There, he would forever stay,

Keeping all free from harm.

The man padded silently

From the mists of Wolf Creek

Into the magic circle

Where a wise witch did speak.

With her jeweled pewter wand,

She touched him on his chest,

Cast a spell of enchantment

That drew forth all his best,

Eased the pain of the past,

And bound him to the farm.

There, he would forever stay,

A stout heart, a strong arm.

When the spell was finally done,

Not the wolf nor the man

Knew where one of them ended

And the other began.

Sharing a deep and special bond,

They were as one, soul and mind,

Their dreams and their thoughts

Now and always entwined.

Laid upon them was this charge:

Guard the farm; keep it well;

And when love comes softly

To cast its magic spell…

Like the mists from Wolf Creek,

Greet it with willing arms

And with a faithful heart.

Revel in all its charms.

Both wolf and man listened hard

To the wise witch’s song.

For too many full moons,

They’d wandered far and long.

But the mists from Wolf Creek,

Now sweetly both bespelled,

And love came as promised,

At Meadowsweet e’er dwelled.