Wolf.
Sword with the hilt of gold.
Always muse of mine.
Ember.

I would hold you in my hands. I would let you burn me sweetly.
Sweetly, in all your darkness, in all your secrets.
I would hold your face to tame your Violence,
And love you when I could not.

Especially when I could not-- So magnificent a creature you’d be,
In all your Rage, Unbound and Roaring.

Red Hibiscus, Cherry Blossom-loved.
How sweet the dream of you.
How sweet your loving,
How sweet my ache.

O Wolf, Ember Ephemera.
I touched you with my finger, and the ghost of you still burns.

The bow scratches the string at the start of the note,
And in the cry of a violin is where I find you today.