In the Barrow Den

wolf canine with golden eyes lies in the grass under a cloudy sky
wolf lying in the grass
Photo by Aksinia Avelur on Pexels.com

They gnaw not the bones of marrow,

for the wolves run tomorrow.

Knot the knobs of Nottingham

with red tape,

the full moon’s crimson tonight

and the werewolves are stalking out of spite

royal delicacies

rich royals on knees too weak to flee–

gnaw not at the knots

of fraying nerves,

they won’t save you,

the wolves are coming hunting

no red will hold them in

the bones will feed them well tomorrow

in the barrow den.

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