Red (Fan Song)

Red Early in November and the frosted grass is sharp and dead I called your name in slumber when you left the shelter of our bed I dreamed two eyes of broken glass I dreamed a mouth of teeth I dreamed a hide of mountainside A pelt so coarse and deep. O your scent is sweet and good O your body’s understood I am not the only one who knows the rhythm of your arms The wolf has come The wolf has come You left me in the cabin and you wouldn’t tell me where you’d been When you returned your face was striped by bloody claws across your skin You took my gun and pressed me down You wove your fingers through my hair You put your hands upon my eyes You put your hands upon my eyes O your scent is sweet and good O your body’s understood I am not the only one Who knows the rhythm of your arms The wolf has come The wolf has come You trail the beast that’s trailing you a’weaving through the timber hurst He loves the timbre of your voice he thinks you’ll quench his endless thirst The trees are ancient vast and dark and northwest mist is rising strong in the valley where I wait where I had sworn to keep you safe where I had sworn to keep you safe they tell me that my lover’s gone. My lover’s gone. – Olivia Chrestomanci,