Wolves
"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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