I AM WOLF

My cold fingers will run down her hot body.
She will wake to the sight of my glowing eyes.
She will experience passion not human.
And she will yearn for much more.
The dark prince will take her in his arms
And place her on his black steed.
I am Wolf.

THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist

OF THE NIGHT

 

His hand reaches for me.

He wants me for The Dead.

I won’t yield to his call.

He wants me in his bed.

 

I’m surrounded by his kind.

Their cries echo in the night.

He swoops closer from the sky.

Oh, what a beautiful sight.

 

He’s a creature of the night.

I’m crazy to want him so.

I can’t resist his sad face.

He is not a friend but a foe.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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