Deuvul

Deuvul stalks the scrabbled wood
Raven maw, spit dripped teeth
That yearn to shine and draw in red

Thick his pelt and lean his gut
Bitter he for gorges missed
Hard by knife and numb by time

Hunts he ever through dying mist
For what to flame his cooling breast
That drives the claw to break the dirt

Deuvul gains a stony cliff
Looks he well for game to take
Scream his limbs for want of strength 

Field below bares hunger still
Near to death and fear of hell
The wolf stands watch for smell to eat

Weary he falls to fitfull slumber
Wise he wakes though daylight gone
Waxen moon her story tells 

Through a rift in night shone heaven's face
Fractal shafts this devil did pierce
To vaporize his sour bile

Pallas aided the tattered void
With tenuous flux of sweatened wine
And touched a confection to scalded tongue

Weighed by greed Deuvul wailed
Mad from grief and cured by hurt
Athena's presents floated above his reach

The dream fades quickly
Forbade by sting of frosted wind
The happy thought floats barely longer

Deer and hare no more can fill
Nor earthly flesh make the eater glad
Deuvul forgets but a gods' meat to have.