The Ceremony

The ceremony
is the beginning and the end.

Shape-shifting
reveals her hidden desires.

Wolves in the forest, 
life and death are interwoven.

A foreign voice speaks; 
unrecognisable, yet it is her own.

Smoke and mirrors,
horrors and joys are interwoven.

Dancing to a silent drum,
the forest can feel the energy.

Spirits of the dead rise
as the world of the living and death blur.

A cleansing of herself
reveals a cleansing of the forest;
they are the same.

The Door

Shunned for being different, blamed for the famine and the storms.

An ostentiferous girl with violet eyes and dark hair, a beauty not fit for this world, was sent to live in the forest.

Walking to forget, to find kindness and a warm home, she stumbled upon a beautiful tree with a wooden door.

Feeling as if nothing mattered, she opened the door, stepped inside, and left the cold lonely forest behind.

Anchored: The Wolf and the Man

My mane is unbrushed and dirty,
there’s no snow for me to roll in.

My matted mane disgusts me;
once I was snow-covered, clean.

You saw me padding in the snow;
paw-prints, fur shaking, a look.

You caught me in your embrace,
free to be, yet anchored to you.

My soul remains free,
yet the cage you gave me is cosy.

I will stay if you take me back to
the snow, brush my mane clean,
and say the words you must say.