Blackbird Raum Woodwose
Each colder day, with stones in the kettle to last you till may
Gathering the damp wood to spark in the rain
When summer’s gone she lay with the gray queen
Huntsman walks ragged of cloth, ragged of war
In the winter dark, the shatter glass dog, it fell by the side.
There the cavern, fire will guide her
The old woman, charred coal burner
Slower to take, walk with the old ones the edge of the lake
Push through the dead leaves and left to decay
