I Am Wolf
I am the seeker in the dark.
I am that for which you fear.
You run but I can smell and taste terror that fills the air.
You are lost in a realm I call home.
My cries to lure you out of that hiddig place.
Seeking shelter you run into the arms of the that which you fear.
Do you see the glow within my eyes?
do not confuse warmth with heat hate with love.
As she lay in arms limp as a ragdoll
I feel no remorse.
For I am wolf.
Copyright © Clive Winslow | Year Posted 2009
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