His Hunger

His hunger: Would you offer your jaw? Would you offer your lips? Would you offer your tongue to feed the hungry wolf in wait? He howls in agony as he lays in the blood red brier bush. His limbs contort as he transforms into a Herculean beast. As he opens his amber eyes, he sees you, His thirst speaking from the deeps of his stomach. You plead trying to reach the human inside. “I would offer my heart to the tortured man behind the wolfs eyes.” It grows silent, his face twists, and his body shakes. With one slash your blood spills across the brier patch. Your soul now sleeps with the wild roses as he feeds. The wolfs hunger subsides but the man inside dies, haunted by the sound of your sweet voice that cried. “I would offer my heart to the tortured man behind the wolfs eyes.”