Misti, Much?

A silver heart, tied to a silk red ribbon.

Silk as red as blood, blood, blood.

Red as the blood they had her spill,

Red as her blood dripping from her fangs.

Silk as soft as flower petals against her skin.

Soft as the wind, soft as starlight.

Soft as the voices that sing her to sleep,

Soft as the moon she howls to.

A soft, red chain,

With a silver, heart-shaped weight.

Red as death,

Soft as thorns.

The wolf throws her chain to the wind,

Cries to the stars.

Tries to run away.

But the stars and the wind

Are always with her

Always listening for her howls

So that they may take away her pain,

So that we may take away her pain.