On Your Shifting Form

The Changling

Ana Bagayan

by Leah Bodine Drake

I am out on the wind
In the wild, black night;
On the wings of the owl
I take my flight,

On the ghostly wings of the great white owl;
And whether the night be fair or foul,
Or the moon be up or the thunder growl,

Happy I be,
Happy I be

When the changeling blood runs green in me!


When meek folk sleep
In their dull, soft beds,
I creep over roots
That the weasel treads,

Where the squat green lamps of the toadstools glow -
And only the fox knows the ways I go,
And nobody knows the things I know ....

Wise I be,
Wise I be

When the changeling blood runs green in me!


O Mother, slumber
And do not wake! ...
Thin voices called
From the rain-wet brake,

And the child you cradled against your breast
Is out in the night on the black wind's crest,
For only the wild can give me rest ....

Sad I be,
Sad I be

When the changeling blood runs green in me.

 

-from Dark of The Moon