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"Wolves"



Pulchritude is not a beautiful word.

Dark can be beautiful
when walking with wolves
hearing their stories
sad songs of love lost 
soft they begin 
and then hungry
for the essential missing elemental,
they can be heard harshly calling, 
after a while smooth and enticing,
for something to 
satisfy the burning hunger 
to feed 
desirable desire 
calls to you,
paused between past 
and 
exodus life,
there you stand fast 
in 
Purgatory,
hearing their longing lament,
    then -
promises pulchritudinous, kind
    then -
sharp cutting as knives,
they call to you
on cold frost bitten beguiling breeze
you follow their leads 
you, misguided,
without leash,
place your heart 
barefoot 
into the bookmarks 
between the pages they leave,
passing through long sentences
they have held bleeding in their mouths 
for all of Eternity, 
it would seem,
breadcrumbs left for you,
floating mysteriously
unfinished in mid-air 
haunting you, 
they are ghost plasma, 
there all alone, 
food for your soul 
littered in fractured fragments
along their lurking blue tumultuous trails 
passing you
they are hidden, 
for moments that could pass for years
in another dimension, there
they stand,
in their tentative truth,
all about you -
transfiguring you,
darkly elevating you,
they, unseen, carry you
soft wolves treading 
o'er their myths, 
moss green velveteen dreams,
'ever onwards through their 
Forests of Romance,
where like patchwork blankets
they have worn warring chapters,
you track their footprints of 
glorified love, misadventure, misfortune
you follow their husky leads,
their chains tort 
strain for release, 
you are compelled
to follow their calls -  
deeper you venture,
Red Huntress
naively with courage
answering their cri de coeur
for 
The Key,
You move forward,
bewitched 
by their cool 
glamour magick
to you, the novitiate,
this is not clearly understood,
further and further
you journey

into their
Labyrinthine Woods.

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm/llb
Halloween 
31.10.19





“The wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."



"...and he would have passed a pleasant life of it, in despite of the Devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was—
a woman.”








1. taught, taut, tort
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