Biting wolves
take their meat
when they can

get it

make no apologies.

Carnivores of the woods
devour the scent
my shadow brings.

To the fertile dark I ask

what of my anger?

and gnash my teeth against the blackness.

To my ears she whispers

take an oath to trust

the shivers and the quivers

of the pine needles in your heart.

The darkness around you

holds the darkness within you.


I could feel her presence

I am not to be feared

she gestured towards me

I am your power.