A Latino Quail

The night deepens her charms On the threshold the bells toll Shadows follow her treads Evading hushed moonlight sheen. Yonder bellows the wind Werewolf’s sniff their clans call Clouds play hide and seek Terror the night she in her minks: Merge shape shifter moves in stealth Foot print to feline teen. She will learn to know freedom In Bear hugs and captor winks. Desperation within her slips Falter, dodge stare, in my skills. Victim of vampires, hot blooded breed She says showing her links Fangs arch, body surge strengthen Arms grip, erosion in her wills. Soaked eyes fill with tears I chain upper limbs see her blink Crafty in smiles they pierce my heart She weaken me in frills Transgress into paths of blood luster Neck clasp for her to pink: Rages, fumes as face mask lock Collar her necks poison tilt.