Wolf

The Iron Wolf, the Iron Wolf

Stands on the world with jagged fur.

The rusty Moon rolls through the sky.

The iron river cannot stir.

The iron wind leaks out a cry

Caught in the barbed and iron wood.

The Iron Wolf runs over the snow

Looking for a speck of blood.

Only the Iron Wolf shall know

The iron of his fate.

He lifts his nose and moans,

Licks the world clean as a plate

And leaves his own bones.