Chapter two -- Under a wet moon
a wolf without a name lay bleeding and trapped.
He knew that a truth that could not die
was tucked far behind roads and directions.
His desk was almost as cluttered as his bedroom
and the soda he sipped tasted like the grinding halt
of metal and plastic
in a two car collision outside the window.
Under a wet moon he imagined his sprite
alone and still,
ears up,
jewel eyes watching the door.
Stubborness born of panic
would not let him move toward
some kind of quick painful freedom.

Chapter three -- To our unnamed wolf hero,
breaking away was as bittersweet a thought
as an imagined friendship.
For he was part of the device that held his soul:
emotion charged paws and jaws
of linked lover hunter traps,
greedily holding the hearts of six or more
unthinking wolves sprites nymphs and knights.
With all this happening,
far away a sitting pretty princess dreamed
of a once again embrace of snow on a frozen lake
and a wolf moving toward a dancing water sprite.

Epilogue -- A few of the faery folk
paid no attention to their situation.
One stumbled out of an eighth floor window
others drove fast dropped acid took a vacation
or desperately played Aretha Franklin's song
over and over chain chain chain, chain of fools...
Only the princess still truly smiles,
sits pretty with her dream --
a wolf moving across a frozen lake
toward a dancing water sprite.