The forest crawls with dark hidden life
No light except the green gloom,
No sound but silent menace.
Only those creatures akin
To the dark thrive there.

The wolf disguises himself as
Something harmless;
A log, a stone, but everything
In the forest is threatening,
Everything might harm.

The wolf waits, silently observing,
Stalking, creeping round you in circles.
His mother had told him not to
Play with his food but
He left home as soon as he could.

There is no hope in the forest.
The wolf will hunt you and
You will die.

But-

You want him to rip open
Your chest; you tenderly
Prise out your raw heart and
Give it to him freely, a gift
For him only.

But-

Your love fells him.
He could be your firewood,
Your heat, your sustenance but
He doesnt know how and you
No longer have the heart to show him.

Like the trees that
Litter the forest floor
He lies fallen, infested;
Rotten because you love him
And because he cant love at all.