The Wolf

It's said she's made of storm cells,
And a wild wolf's hungry heart.
The she's learnt the lightning's secret,
To ripping darkened skies apart.
The power of her presence,
Can bring the mountains to their knees.
Her song is one of chaos,
As she stirs the angry seas.
But if you've met you'd be no wiser,
For she is also born of light.
Another face among the crowd;
The hidden hiding in plain sight.
Great power doesn't always come,
Inside the forms you'd assume.
But you would never doubt her strength,
When she is howling at the moon.