SoC 3:1

Legend

The elements came together here
in the dark of the moon—
aqueous and fiery, a harridan’s breath
between anvil and hammer-fall,
then chill as aftermath.

Whether myth or history,

they say the meek man turns
to stalker, the speechless girl
to gypsy-dancer. Just listen
how she sings wolf-elegy
to the full of the moon.