I. Oaken mold of trees Blood to rotting roots Baying on the ridgeline She-wolf hides her skins Skulking peeking cautious Takes on human form Changes with the moon Seeking fresher carcass II. Bred into the soil And bones bereaved of love A skeleton of winter And icicle drips Lofty slopes Her lair is dug Where trembling saplings Plead for sun Darkness here This Stygian wild Fed from grief And the trickling springs III. Weress woman Hides her skins The deepest trunk Of the eldest tree She dons them again On New Moon Just reclaimed From balsamic And so the cycle Meager existence Mountain heart Crevasse bound