THE WOLF

The wind was sweeping, biting pink

The wispy, red streams down her cheek

Gliding, gracefully, her hairs in place

Tonight was so unusually sweet

A wolf loomed in the nearby shadows

A presence that tarnished her freedom

A presence that took her good will

She barely whispered a “hello?”

“Helloooooo?” howled the wide-eyed wolf.

The blood-red sunset full in sight

Began to dim, revealing the night

A monstrous wolf howled in the moonlight

She stopped and stared, ready to fight

Bittersweet longing filled her heart

Slowly, ripping her soul apart

To know what’s known,

To hear what’s heard

To feel her fears

And speak new words

All freedom now taken

By this dreadful curse

Her life comes second

Her death comes first.