Wolfman
Claire Cronin
[Verse 1]
I was in the black woods, not the bitter land
With my gut-string murmur and my oil lamp
He appeared— come shining—
Like a blue shock of rain
And the Wolfman blinded me from pain
[Verse 2]
I was sharp— an arrow— but not accurate
With my ancient necklace and my sacraments
A wolf to knight me with a true set of fangs
I left all my trouble in this way
[Chorus]
Let it fall— fallow fold
Lay these fevers into rows
[Verse 3]
I was bored with silence and emergency
And the wolf was reckless and he followed me
To appear in a nightgown like a doll at my side
And thе Wolfman wounded me from sight