Fallacy Of The She Wolf

I enter your realm in the mid hours stricken with melancholy.

A child's tongue is hung in the pasture.

Straying away from me, your watchful eyes burn with desire.

The she-wolf devours her kin, and turns her fallacy towards you.

Plagued by the moonlight, you evolve into her shield to fend off enigmatic flames burning my breath.

For every tear falling from a blistered sky, you soak up its milk forgoing my dream.

The enchanted whisk their potions in serving up delusion, but I fold my desires ever fasting against your depleted heart.