Running With Woman Poem by Poetical Analysis

There is a myth long forgotten
That grown brittle, mildew, & rotten
Had crumbled in the realm it resides
How glacial ice once his permafrost inside
Tales told are thrown around like gold
Like trinkets passed about or sold
Or trampled debris upon a proper road
An undecypherable code
A mystery that has no mist, no fog, no haze
No longer any means to wonder & amaze
A last myth anyone can understand
Is the wolf who with Woman, ran

8/8/17