Erlkonig or Turbid Isidor

Erlkonig or Turbid Isidor

When I was little I was told
A woman waits for me with
Turbid eyes like the water
In my mother’s womb
And I will eat her food
She holds me in her spells and
I’ve known her face since I was a child
Woman I hear your musty blood through the veins
I am the Erlking don’t you know
Who sends your sibling after the milk of wolves
You won’t see him again
So make a doll and feed it and give it
His name. All of you, you stay out of my way
I didn’t ask to be born
I will rise with my knights against you
But not you, woman, not against you.