Winter has arrived.
She squeezes through ancient oak doors,
Into The Red Lion,
Sits down at the crackling fire,
“Bring me meat and mead!”
Oh the storms have punished her ,
Whipped her hair into knotted rage,
Battered her cheeks crimson red,
The agony of resistance flowing down her leg,
“My body is a good body.”
Fire and Pain,
Each Winter the same,
“Bring us all meat and mead!”
And velvet and honey and pleasure,
And comfort and nesting together.
My body is a good body,
A chest of ruby treasure.