His Mate

In the forest deep and wild,

Lived a shapeshifter, fierce and mild,

With powers great and magic old,

He roamed the woods, brave and bold.

His mate was fair and lovely too,

With eyes that sparkled like morning dew,

She was a shape-shifter like her man,

Together they roamed the land.

At night, they would be owls,

Hunting prey, screeching loud.

They were in love, their hearts entwined,

Forever bound, their souls combined,

No force could break their bond so strong,

The shapeshifter and his mate,

Lived in harmony, never late,

To protect their home and kin,

They fought bravely, never giving in.

The forest was their kingdom,

And they were the rulers, wise and strong,

Their love was pure, their spirits free,

In the forest wild, they were meant to be.