North wolf-door belongs
To the Devil in songs;
The dark iron-tree
Born of dead-sky-sea
Fell through fire, slate
Thick boar-skull plate
And dragon-crest helm
Into the Albion magic realm.
Perhaps, as you say
There are things you should see
But believe, if you may
There are things you should not.
The old, underworld king,
In stone frame reflected,
As the grey crone, sings
Has been rejected.
The tide, at full flood, untamed,
The Shadow of Shadows, yet un-named,
You need to know,
Before too decent-late,
There are, perhaps, things
You should know …
Because, certain as fate,
There are things you should not!
