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The Wolf and the Willow
Rushed the wolf to the willow
Before the river stopped cold
Mossy brush for a pillow
For a magic so old.
Wasn't crushed,
Wasn't crimson
Those weren't lies the tree told.
Till the hushed
Truths had risen,
And the wolf hit the road.
Was a bond that was different,
But a bond that was true.
You never faded from memory
When you faded from view.
Not quite tricks,
Not quite treason,
Just the way the tides turn.
Stones and sticks
Couldn't reckon
With the way this hole burned.
You were gone,
I was lonely,
Like so many other lovers.
Though I tried so hard to stop you,
You had your own way to discover.
Singing wolf, I loved you firstest.
Singing wolf, I loved you most.
But, now the witch who came when you were gone,
I love her martyred ghost.
Little witch who loved me awkward,
Little witch who kissed my heart,
Now you hate the one who healed the wounds,
Your absence ripped apart.
