Wolves bring Frozen Roses in the Peak of Winter - part3

endowed with lycanthrope
locomotion
vined in the making
he with her and her with him
palpitant in winters’
encompassing embrace
filling the hollow
of the dark watch of
conflagerated space

they consumed the land all about them
nature the castles of their reign
supernatural engines
dynamic force
her long hair and wing kept winter
absorbed the sorcery of it all
his fullmoon bursting onto the realm
like a planetary collision
bellowbacked monster
3 nights the scourge of war
the weapon of her vision

………….all the sudden one day
the shadows drew shorter
coldness tamed by the hand of warm
something out of season
she was sinking slowly
into belly-mud ground
under the thick of melting thaw

and he kept howling
for her to come back
desperately digging with all his paws
but her only response
left him
with the dark heart of no more
solstice stone eyes behind
Lapis lazuli
for
Lupus love truly

……..somehow the grave of the rose
had been dug up
and taken away
to a land beyond frozen claws

then he coiled up on that place
velveted inch by inch
by the teeth of biting snow…….
wind wolf and vampress blown

………and he did not feel……..

then he did not know………….