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.