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The female wolf was guilty.
She hid the gold and the silver,
The Sun and the Moon.
She trapped them in her womb,
And didn’t let them breathe.

All the little lights were telling them,
That the circling does not help,
That only fire can rip her apart,
That a knife that could cut her,
Has not yet been forged.

But the drunkenness deafened them,
They moved endlessly,
They fertilized her daily,
They were spending their force in vain.
They always lived in some circles.

Always with those circles,
Always everything is in some... circle.
Even her womb was encircled,
A beautiful, perfect, black sphere.
And everything had to obey it.

Then, the little ones will say,
“Go forth, never look back...”
How, when even I am in a circle?!

Description
The female wolf was guilty.
She hid the gold and the silver,
The Sun and the Moon.
She trapped them in her womb,
And didn’t let them breathe.

All the little lights were telling them,
That the circling does not help,
That only fire can rip her apart,
That a knife that could cut her,
Has not yet been forged.

But the drunkenness deafened them,
They moved endlessly,
They fertilized her daily,
They were spending their force in vain.
They always lived in some circles.

Always with those circles,
Always everything is in some... circle.
Even her womb was encircled,
A beautiful, perfect, black sphere.
And everything had to obey it.

Then, the little ones will say,
“Go forth, never look back...”
How, when even I am in a circle?!