Wolven Midnight

fallow shadows and silent birches
elden oaks shrouded in twilight
brocéliande’ whispers between concealed branches

we hunt of dusk and gnaw on bones of midnight
trapping the sun between our claws
architects of the woods – spark that never burns out

secrets molten into the soil
hushed roots guarding our blood
our flesh
our skin
bound with the night, dripping of unseen stars