Tonight The Wind Is A Bone-Cutter

Gnawing away; at any internal natural peace. Any muscular sinew that hasn't fallen- Off the bone and still begs for release `Is discarded dropped to earth like a dying petal? Ah, now hear the wolf cub's hungry howl He, who is only a playful mauler, All gums and white needle teeth! Who hasn't had the last bite of a black-cherry? Just to find a pit, a stone, beneath the sweet. And so you and your master can't be released. And why because its howls are heard Roaring, rigorously, after you; its royal lions, share! Not so long ago, I was his, only brother! Holding fast; like a tiger. On the back of his sliver-sleigh, His sky-blue chariot But now I've found a pass… through the mountains. He wants only to tear the hide off me back He's not out here to play. Tonight the wind is a bone-cutter.