The Ladywolf

By Kirtikamal Dutta

The Lady is fortified through the hand,

Falsifying her crooked mind to sail;

Thus, the story creates the mind; holy grail

It begins without a snare!

She craves eternity

Her heart stops;

Fine crystal spheres of her memories

Shrinks down to her bare tops

She looked up

Saw the wolf near;

He only needed love? Lust? It appears

That the story needs to unfold

Shall I change the gears?

Pretentious precautions to be taken,

Abortion, being naked

In motion when they shake

That’s when it opens the gates

A bright light while it guides

Her to the White, swaps her clothes

Neigh, none with her,

Pride? Smell gone with the dress

Right? Burnt in hell (inhale)

Twice, guns prevail. Christ?

Is it a Church?

A temple of lust?

Thus we cannot convert

The trust of minds, taken by the wolf

On the bosoms of the crime

The priest in white

Music flies in tides high

Be the death or the life

It’s a sea of cries

Let the Wolf decide her right

Right?

Thus, no conclusions

To the story of the wolf,

She donated herself

Her body and her wounds

Supreme force and stars of love

As the chorus ends their tragic norms.

By Kirtikamal Dutta