The Manwolf

There the story of a lass,
Goes on to road
Colorful mass.
There she goes accompanied
By great sorrows
Burrowed her mind,
As creaking sparrows.
Try to hunt the kind of words,
Only, that she lost battles
Against spiteful foes.
Shadows swirl from images,
Like rising kettles
Screaming from pain,
Colliding in scrimmages.
Along the road
The lass trembles,
Stumbling upon snakes and toads.
They bite and rip,
Teeth as sharp
As her knives pointy tip.
Rumbling down the hill
There she goes,
Falling across a tree’s trunk.
Why to hurt? Why to push?
Asked the child on shaking lips,
Answered the tree, For you to hush.
Woes of concerns pouring out your mouth,
Keeping your head from rising high,
To glance upon the starry sky.
Child, spoke the tree,
I see you are troubled,
Battling with dark foes of the untold.
Climb my body, and force upon
The power of the mind,
On your spine.
When you reach my top, take the look,
And understand that very hook,
The one that sticks you to your ground.
Splinters and leaves,
Cut her hand to pieces,
Still she insisted, pursuing her chances.
One to three,
Her height grew,
As she made her way across the spleen.
On the top she glanced across,
Saw a bird, humming wild
On the branches it sat like floss.
What’s your cause, curious child?
Spoke the bird, as their eyes cross,
Far from home, to the promised land?
I shan’t share -
Told the lass.
You climbed the tree,
Took the branches,
Now you are here, among my fences.
Wisest, I am of all creatures,
Thus you shall share,
All that gives you trembles.
Wise bird — cried she high,
Help me seal, my weeping eyes.
Life is gripping, so as tight,
Can’t fly, to reach thy skies.
There’s a beast of wretched dark,
Pulling me down,
From my arch.
There she spoke of a monster,
Fearsome spawn,
Corrupted cobber.
Fueled by terror,
Built from woe,
She thought, there is no hope.
Hearing of the monster,
The bird flown with horror,
Casted out and cursed,
Fell she under,
Into a deep burrow.
Profound was the length,
That she hurtled,
Deeper than the rabbit’s hole,
There the lass went,
To the land of desperate hope.
On the bottom she halted,
Glanced up on the distant skies
To find nothing faulted,
Only herself which now cried.
In the hole, she fell apart,
At least the lass though
That she has lost her heart.
Rock bottom, There I am,
Cried she and whimpered
And her mouth tasted tart.
Now I have arrived
She concluded loud,
To the bottom of my mind.
She then shrived,
And walked into a grey cloud.
Unviable,
She walked then yanked
Searching for the dark liable,
For he was the one,
Who tainted her blanket.
Veering from one way to another,
She confused,
Her mind was a pother.
The wall of mist, started to fuse,
Suddenly, she stood in front
Of dreadful news.
From shadow and cloud
A shape emerged,
Oh, her fear made her bowed.
A figure, sullen
Like the depths of hell,
Solidified, up from a swell.
For he had claws and fangs,
Dark pelisse, thickly hangs
Dawn red eyes with boiling blood,
Ears hanging, speaking thud.
His voice a bubbling swamp,
Spitting dirt without pomp.
He draws near her, and accost
Speaking evil, shouting
From across.
Courage, what is needed
For you to face me here, reeded.
I am you, you are me,
Fight me or obey,
But never choose, to betray.
Shivered the lass and cried,
Tried to bargain,
To save her life and pride.
The monster did not relent,
But insisted to make her bent.
Distortedly he smiled,
Then laughed with dread
His wet eyes closed the meanwhile.
Lunatic, he, the wolf-monster,
Guffawed with shut eyes.
While his sight sealed
Her courage fled,
She ran towards the monster, peeled,
Kicking his face, like a steed.
The demon wailed and panted,
He took her slump for granted.
The wolf fell on the dark ground
Screeching for aid, for his blinded eyes,
Gropingly, he downed.
The lass stood and held witness,
Upon the doom of her own unfitness.
She dazzled the beast and cried,
I crushed your sight, you are blind,
Never you’ll make me twined.
Thus, he became sapless, a rind,
Without spirit, crawled behind.
Defeat! Defeat! Cried he high,
Now, you’ll touch the starry skies!
Run, you gull, and remember,
If you return, I won’t be tender.
High she leapt up, leaving miles,
To conquer the dark blue skies.
On top of the hole, she inhaled,
Cherished that she have not yet failed.
She danced across gloomy stars,
Bathed in sunlight, drifted to Mars
Swept across thousands of worlds,
Visited realms of many herds.
There she carried her monster,
Embraced, arm in arm,
Treated as a haunter.
Her creature growled and whispered
Dark thoughts and murky deeds,
When she heard, then she wept,
But promised to practice heed.
A child, bearer of a curse,
Smiled and danced,
Turning her head away from all worse.
Tender equilibrium,
All exempt from woe,
Embedded into an eternal,
Never ending flow.

