though the forest betrayed me
I still expect I hear you huff and howl
out the the song of the shade
in the woods I knew well
and if I hear even one twig snap
I'll know your hoof has betrayed you
song of the centaur is ringing from hell
and the salt of the century flavored so well
a crown of holly will not remove the taste
when I'm near the needle trees tremble
my foot falling scatters a family of deer
deck the halls with the things I shook from my hair
where I went to be wild's where I left to make songs
so to get a rise out of the sun
I wake up
and it's me who sings the moon to sleep
and makes the branches stop clattering
and the dead die again
and it's you who looks grey and blue
the horse half of you
is blacked out by the shade
and my hive from the ivey lights up