I so loved the wolf…


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.

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3 Responses

  1. A Sheep in Wolf’s clothing? Nice 😉

    As a Man doth not live by bread alone, so too the wolf cannot live by blood alone.

    It depends also upon what we are wearing. 🙂

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  2. Very thoughtful poem Ric.

    I especially liked the final part:

    that the wolf might rise by blood of the lamb
    and leave the dark wood dressed just as I am.

    Interesting image “pure blood for a hood”.

    I guess we are all covered in some blood, to one degree or another.

  3. Wow. Good writing.

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