(An interpretation of human depression)
A subtle beat arouse the dust from the old house
Where the black dog sate
Tail drumming the floor as it awoke from slumber
The windows jingled, a swing was the gate
A youth took a black hand from the shadows
And they danced blind in each other's eyes
For they had lost before and before again
To this black dog dance of their lives
Becoming one with the darkness
In the sills of light and soot of time
Embraced in an intangible abyss
They broke the four legged rhyme
The dust settled on her broken limbs
Where her heart danced for the black dog
Lost in the shadow’s soft hands
Four legs took for the forest fog
To be seen again
To dance again
That black dog dance of life
Wolf
