The Golden Wolf

The Golden Wolf

She was in a prison surrounded by knowledge

Books are the escape to a set of winding stairs

 A forgotten tower, a garden where sunlight finds its way through

Marked a grey wolf in the skin of a golden fairy

The words chattered and accused were also the silence she lived through

Created to be forgotten, never freed from being remembered

Life with the veil lifted she ponders in isolation

Until a voice never heard before asks the question that has always been on her lips

What exactly is wrong with her? Offered hands and devoted protection

Not a single person should be alone in the world she hears over the falling veil, winters are nightmares threating more than idle exile

But she is more than the snow could cover, more than the grey fur placed around her, a golden light brighter than she’d ever seen

A light seen by someone else