dead in the dark wood trapped in the long night
the wolf would eat wolf with rules to feed right.
the wolf knows not why, just this must be done.
I so loved the wolf, I came down as one.
dressed just as the wolf, plunged in the dark wood,
to die as the lamb, pure blood for a hood.
that the wolf might rise by blood of the lamb
and leave the dark wood dressed just as I am.