WOLF FROM SNOW

Falling under my skin,
the flower deer of white
running across the skies,
the feathers of the light
the mournful moon
the mournful clouds
all just insight...
and by the ink of the snow
by the blood of the night
I type it my shiny queen
with the courage of the knight
the wolf heart in the love
of your glorious bright
the first and the last,
what I will always write