The Wolf's Collar

I

Gentle and light her footsteps fell,

On the shallow silent sleeping earth in a night

Dead and where the cold is bound to swell,

And send its warning to her skin in a bite,

She walked with her head bowed,

Her tight white cloak carefully contained

The fire of her red dress clear and loud,

Can the red truly by mere white be retained?

When the owls hooted, the moon shone

On her back and face, she learned of beauty

From the most invisible and distant creatures drawn,

And walking its path she had made to be her duty,

She held inside her the hidden fire,

To survive the black night's desire.

II

They howled from afar, she cared not,

But one was not as far as she thought,

Swift and lean from the hollow trees he could spot,

The white-cloaked virgin the night had brought,

He smiled to himself without a single sound,

She's not fooling him with her snow-colored cloak,

Her traces left burning leaves on the ground,

Her little hasty steps set sparks that could poke

A hidden desire behind his cold steel-hard face,

A dream long lost within his thickened skin,

And even from his curious place, her pace

as he listened, settled a battle and started a war within,

he held in his cold nature as well a hidden fire,

That she can't survive his black night's desire.

III

A crazed monster hurricane with cold bones,

He knew the wolves afar howled at the moon,

Announcing the virgin maiden nobody owns,

And they will come for her soon, too soon,

He strolled into her wide spread path,

She raised her eyes from his huge dexterous paws,

His eyes fixed on her, intense and a tormenting wrath

started as his teeth clinched tight in his jaws,

She froze in her place like it was impossible to turn

From his gaze staring right into her, she quivered,

And even though her skin feverishly did burn

Her whole body was overtaken and shivered,

The owls hooted no more and the moon grew dim,

All the beauty she ever looked for now resided in him.

IV

Closer and closer he approached her until

He could clearly smell her untainted blood

The rush of anticipation while she stood still

That still made his water rise into a flood,

He raised his hands and she flinched in fear,

''Is he going to attack?'' but he had felt her knees

Growing weaker and so he held her near,

And brought her to the ground with sweeping ease,

She shook in his arms and then she stopped,

With a voice deep as an ocean inside ''Take off the cloak''

And the cloak she unlaced and dropped,

All what matters is what this magnificent creature spoke,

She obediently exposed to him her dress of Red,

Damned if she could talk back, she'd rather be dead.

V

The ice on his lips melted once it touched hers,

He looked down at her from above,

As every sign of night around them flares,

His touch, her silent longing, a great pertaining love,

He held down every attempt she put up to fight,

And drowned every sound with invoking the next one,

Soon there was nothing left of the childish white,

Instead she drank in his soul, and she rose in him a sun,

And as the howls of the wolves faraway

Turned into wails growing stronger with their fire,

Burning the woods, alight like it's the mid of day,

He carried her on his silver back to a secret lair to retire,

The virgin bowed her neck to his collar and his chain,

And ever since, they were never seen again.