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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "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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