comet like star trails

she was my wild girl with wild hair and wild eyes 
and she tamed the wolves we threw her to 
when the night came she crept with scars
her feet, her hands were always marked 

we watched her sing the night and dance the moon
she hunted stars across the pitch trailing sparks like a comet 
and she cast in silver with music and bows
walked on dreams to simply cast in souls 

—  // a.j.b