the wolf

In the silent night, not so silent,

Whispers fed and fear so triumphed.

The moon pregnant in golden light;

Foggy dew marked my beginning plight.

And I felt the wolf staring back at me.



I’d gone to reflect in the pond.

So clear, so black; I was done.

I saw into what should not be seen.

A shallow, blatant offering.

And I felt the wolf staring back at me.



The night is long so I know

Or so I was taught long ago.

Promises made at the witching hour

I’ve been told have too much power.

And that wolf was staring back at me.



But still that cunning smile took

You my king, and I your rook.

Games played under moonlit skies

Filled henceforth with lovely lies.

And the wolf had come to answer me.



In desperate fear I make my vow;

I say things never said out loud.

Wish for what he can promise.

Takes my bets; Accept the losses.

And the wolf stared right back at me.



Daylight breaks the night at last.

But what is done is not left to the past.

Promises made at the witching hour.

I know now have all the power.

And I felt the wolf inside of me.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Beautifully written poem. Enjoyed reading