The Dogfather 🌹
I’m a man.
No a wolf.
I have feelings.
I roam the night.
I hunger for her.
I walk on all four.
I need her love.
I yearn for freedom.
I am man.
I will win her love.
THE DEAD GAME
To die alone is all I want,
To be free from the monster within.
Nature may have its tantrum,
But I refuse to yield to its master.
“Hell hath no fury like a women scorned,”
But hell has never met a woman scorned.
I will not surrender to the mighty winds,
Nor to the sleet and rain or even the snow.
I stand as strong and alone as the tree.
It has remained strong for generations,
Withstanding all the elements.
No one will take away our thunder.
The clouds dance around in their fury.
The rain falls as sharp pellets to the ground.
The winds whip around us in a rain dance.
But we stand strong against them all.
I can feel his presence.
I can feel his eyes watching me.
I will not be tempted or swayed
By his touch or his beauty.
Wolf alights upon the lone tree,
Lifting his head back to give a mighty roar.
I turn my face from his massive body,
I don’t want to fall into his trance.
He leaps to the ground to stand before me
In all his beauty and shining glory.
All who see him succumb to his charms
And fall prey to his whims.
I alone refuse to give in.
I love another who is kind and giving,
Who is not a monster but a man.
He crushes his body against mine.
He envelopes me with his fresh scent.
I’m cushioned by his muscular chest and arms.
It would so easy to give in to this man.
No! He isn’t man but beast.
A vampire who plays games with human lives,
Who kills for the thrill of it.
I must fight to stay free.
Wolf holds me closer.
His lips move against mine.
I am losing myself to his touch.
Falling in thrall to his beauty.
THE DEAD GAME
Where are we going in such a hurry?
With our bags all packed.
Fleeing the scene of a crime?
Perhaps a lover’s dispute?
The carriage is here.
Police sirens wail in the distance.
The story is getting better
as I watch from
my bedroom window.
What does a person need?
To make him feel safe.
To feel secure.
To feel at peace
with the world.
A stream of water.
A few mountains.
Blue sky peeking
through the entrance
to your own cave.
It can be as simple
as a floating leaf.
We need so little.
We require so little
Yet the world provides us
with so much more.
It soldiers on.
It rears its head
in the most unlikely places.
No matter the obstacles
we put around it
or on it.