A duel to end all duels.
A battle to the death.
The winds raise the waves
To heights of ecstasy.

They tease the shore
With their pounding fury. 
The sand reduced to dust
From their unrelenting force.

I’m torn in half,
Tempted by the ice storm,
Where cold flesh brings passion,
And games are the rule of the day.


Heat still flows through my veins, 
Drawing me back to the light,
Where human flesh brings love
And easement from the storm.

Wolf rises from the water,
His body melting in droplets.
He exists no more.
He has lost the battle.

How could have I not known?
How could I have forgotten?
The cold waits no more for me.
Emptiness fills the void inside.

I can still hear his voice,
Feel his presence in the wind.
His icy fury slices into the shore,
Calling for me to join him.

Our games have just begun.



I am hiding.

I am shy.

I am camouflaged.

No one will ever find me.

Except for maybe the fly,

who insists on buzzing around me.

The sun has spotted my spots

with its rays of sunshine.

The bird is eying me with 

its black eyes.

But otherwise,

I’m safely hidden from sight.

Hidden from humans.

What am I?

Could you tell what I am?


zodiacke: Beast by Klaus Wittmann

The beast within.

Each one of us has

a beast lurking inside.

Waiting to be free.

Free to wreck havoc.

To seek revenge.

Yearning to be free.

We must tame the savage beast.

Refuse to let it take control

of our lives and our hearts.

We must soothe the savage beast.

Or we risk becoming one ourselves.