Claire Cronin – Wolfman Lyrics

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

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

Let it fall— fallow fold
Lay these fevers into rows

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 the Wolfman wounded me from sight