Chiseled wolves tracked her long through forest of her fear,
silencing icy wind with howls superior.

Feral flames flashed in hungry eyes and lit a course,
dared shifting snowdrifts to succumb to shadowy force.

On arctic throne ornate rode solemn winter’s queen
not fearing pack’s pursuit, though unsettled by the scene.

Generations of progress they’d devour, erase,
should she allow them to succeed in rash, reckless chase.

Invisible boundary drawn by society
separated her from such savage vulgarity.

Still, seduced with sophisticated style en route
to chosen prize, fierce love, their protection resolute,

she felt a sacred bond, kinship, to no avail,
with kind who filled her dreams with unruly plaintiff wails.

So in the frozen tundra of her life, she shed
regal robe of propriety, bolted free and fed

Ravenous need, aching and unfulfilled desire
to run with wolves, driven by wild winter heart on fire.