The whispers of a ghost

A short poem for Caroline Though fate has claimed their mortal breath, They live on in the face of death, Through whispered echoes of their name, In flickering flames of eternal flame. And so, we bid them a fond adieu, With gratitude and reverence true, For though they may be gone from sight, Their essence lives on, forever bright. *** Werewolves have the ability to mind sss with their mates as well as invite people into their mind to see the past or present events. If the moon goddess bestow a special quality of being a seer to a werewolf then by inviting others in, they can see the future too.