Odin and Fenris (1909) by Dorothy Hardy
Who wins is the one he feeds
the gentleman or the beast
the calm and quiet surface
or the tempest underneath
While the man sets the table
a darker half looks to feast
the unfortunate delicacy
will be the one he needs
The mask a few layers thin
pretends to be a mortal man
yet wilding under the skin
it hungers to bite the hand
Destroyed from the outside in
still they'll never understand
it's the prize he cannot win
he can never be the plan
The monster wants to pull it
unzip that façade like a suit
slither out of that frail knit
to take his place among the root
A former personality split
now becomes the master brute
with no hope or silver bullets
the wolf who ate is absolute
