The Wolf.

The wolf;

Chases me at night

 

He sinks his teeth, into my skin

He bites his way, through my heart

 

The wolf, lurks in the darkest, part of my dreams

I live in fear, that I am his game

 

Face is soaked, in victim’s blood

He is the prowler, of the night

 

His cries tear holes, inside the moon

As her blood spatters, the forest ground

 

The wolf is hungry

As he lurks inside my mind

 

The search is on, for his prey

Who will next, lose his game?

 

She lurks the forest, in a search for her fate

A shadow in, the forgotten night

 

The wolf charges, at her heels

She is his dinner; the worst kind of dream

 

As she nears her, a snarl in his teeth

She trips and falls, to the ground

 

Softly approaching, his mouth grows wide

Swiftly he lunges, on top of his prey

 

Her screams are unheard, through the night

As he rips and tears, away her life

 

Like venom that spreads, through her veins

Soon she is out, as cold as death

 

The next night the moon rises full

There is one extra howl, in the night

 

And one lesson, eternally learned:

 

Stay out of the forest, when winter approaches

For when the wolf, decides to strike

 

Those screams you hear…

Could be yours.

 

Reviews

[Mistaken]

I love the very last stanza! I am in love with wolves so yeah great lol :) and THis has amazing imagery...I LOVE IT

[Callisto]

A pretty good poem. As an image the wolf can invoke any number of feelings and you've embraced its darker sides nicely, well done!