The Wolf of Velvet Fortune

The air is full of strangeness
An unfamiliar breeze blows
From deep within a forest
I think I’ll go to see
What’s this, before me
In shadows where no wind blows
A crying, frightened flower
Without a gentle breeze
She’s crying for the sunlight
That shadow left behind him
She’s crying for the coolness
Of wind she’s never seen
The day is getting longer
The day is slowly dark now
The moon a silver bubble
That watches all it sees
Delight!
Delight!
The wolf of velvet fortune is upon his merry flight
Goodnight!
Goodnight!
He travels in the beauty of the silver-glowing night
Delight…
The flower speaks in silence
She bends herself in sorrow
His eyes behold her wildness
Electrifies the air
He moves the earth around her
Confiding her with whispers
He takes her from the shadows
And thickness that is there
Swiftly!
Swiftly!
Through the brush and bramble land
Under!
Over!
Flashing in and out, they fly…
Moonlight!
Moonlight!
See the bright star shining so
Clearly!
Clearly!
Floating in the sky…
He brings her to a meadow
Where the grass is tall and waving
A tear comes to her eye
As she looks upon her throne
And in a distant murmur
A breeze begins its blowing
The sun begins its rising
The velvet wolf has flown…
Delight!
Delight!
The wolf of velvet fortune is upon his merry flight
Goodnight!
Goodnight!
He travels in the beauty of the silver-glowing night
Delight…