.

With threads of night

And of autumn

You are a sight

Top to bottom

A robe of blood

And of ashes

An opaque flood

From fresh gashes

A pandora

And a young child

Oh the aura

Of a wolf wild

You are a strong

Lost little sheep

Righting the wrong

That run so deep

Out of the mold

Onto the earth

Lone on the wold

Shines bright your worth.

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