Little bits of broken glass

Little bits of broken glass
glitter like diamonds upon the path
sparkling in a moonlight bath

Across the clearing - a figure comes into view
Hidden in shadows - and an eerie blue hue
Saluting the night birds and the moon on cue

Removing her cloak, bending low
She scoops up a handful, clutching the glittering bits like snow
Allowing the crimson tears to flow

Tight in her grasp, crystal rubies gleam
Crystalline rivers down her cheeks stream
Diamonds in the moonlight, rubies in hands, such is the scene

Speckles of crimson, dot her once snowy dress
Wide eyed she is obvious to the mess
The wind in her hair, a welcome lovers caress

To the clearing, drawn by her anguished cry
appears a mysterious creature, with a soulful eye
As if drawn by the moon, so willing to comply

Running towards the center of the clearing
The creature nearing
In the moonlight the surface a mirror appearing

First her cloak and now her dress removed
Hands drag a red river down her arms, soothed
The wolf, this creature, his cleaver eyes confused

Mirror of the moon smooth & calm
Its waters an icy balm
Ripples with the touch of stained palms

Then in the blink of an eye
Water reaches her creamy thigh
Her cries now an inaudible sigh

Deeper, Deeper she propels forward
The water drinks its reward
Grace, she sinks as a thrusting sword

The center of the mirrored surface
Ripples stilled, the restoration's slow purpose
Waters deep and calm become her peace purchased