THE WOLF

When I was young

The road went on

As far as I could see

The hills unwound in daffodils

The clouds took on my dreams

When I was young

And I was brave

The beast sat by my feet

Hot breath rising from his tongue

The cold air crossed with heat

When I looked down

The winding road

I saw myself alone

As far as my two eyes could see

The road stretched on and on

Now the wolves are closing in

Their yellow eyes on me

I trip over the rocks and roots

My courage falls away

I keep alone to stay ahead

For I have open wounds

I can see the yellow eyes

Of the stalking wolf

Panting, pacing, head bowed down

I know what follows me

His breath, it rises like the fog

The beast, he turns on me.