Being lonely is a condition
often the cure is unattainable
our grief
unrestrainable
If I told you I was the wolf
would you survive me?
At times misguided belief
can act as relief
relaxing vines curled around heart as cradle
It’s a cold heart that loves a cold house
with a chillier history than the foundations
If I told you this house was haunted
would you believe me?
If I told you I was being haunted
would you relieve me?
The red stone and dim corners
where stories and shades still linger
Corridors built in shadows
of the past, and her ever present fingers
If you knew I was the wolf
would you release me?
This is where the blood was spilled
Bright as sun on the night
of the iron fire gate
and of a woman who in rage
a trembling fit of rebellion
raised herself from perdition
It’s a cold heart that loves a cold house
with a chillier history than the foundations
If I told you this house was haunted
would you believe me?
If I told you I was being haunted
would you relieve me?
This house has shades for bricks
some ghosts were born into the stone
During times of strife and loneliness
others have come and gone
If you found a dying wolf
would you try to tame me?
We live in the half light here
In the place between campfire sparks and embers
A void one could fall into
If one forgot to live
in order for the dead to be remembered
It’s a cold heart that loves a cold house
with a chillier history than the foundations
If I told you this house was haunted
would you believe me?
If I told you I was being haunted
would you relieve me?
