The blue wolf howls, to the midnight sky
trapped by an awesome curse.
He dared to love a maiden fair
and some called their love perverse.
He sang to her night after night
as the copper moon rose high.
and she’d sit upon her window box
and weep at his lonesome cry.
He longed for her; as the blushing rose
longs for the morning sun.
She swore, that if she was barred from him
She would love no one.
She walked out into a stony field
and called him with her song
It mattered not what others said
A love like theirs ~ could not be wrong.
He laid her down on the emerald ground
jaws fastened at her nape
and though she bowed to him willingly
they dared to call it rape.
They found them there on the sacred soil
and they grabbed her in their greed.
She begged them not to hurt him
thighs moist with blood and seed.
They tied him to the ground
And he never did protest;
For they held her by her golden hair
a knife pressed to her breast.
They spilt her blood upon him
as they cast their loathsome spell.
They bound him to a mystical stone
forever there to dwell.
Now the angry wolf howls blood red
from his prison in the rock
waiting… for only true love’s tears
Will his faithful soul unlock.
Patricia Gibson-Williams
December 16, 2004
Gold trophy winner
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. It was smooth and helped the poem along wonderful. Great poem, I really do love this. I applaud you 
This was a marvelous story, very intriguing and darkly romantic story, it almost reminded me of the Highway Man saga, lol. Anyhoo, I did so much enjoy this, the flow was perfect and the meter spot on..but the story itself...le sigh...very very nicely done.
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