Wolf Spirit
Wolf Spirit
This self that I must show the world
is weak and trembles in the darkness. . .
I have secrets that would haunt you;
I am forbidden , my secrets, to confess.
Loathing for my timid being burns,
and how I long to be set free to run.
Who wants this daylight life of pain,
pierced and scorched by the sun.
Come with me to the midnight hours
where I become a thing of such beauty.
But I must warn you of my other half,
such is a lycanthrope’s solemn duty.
When my bones break and reform
to show a creature beyond the divine,
when I am covered in my warm fur,
there is no end or beginning to time.
If you are my enemy, and pray you’re not,
I can rend your flesh and crush your bones.
My power is invincible, untamable,
not bent by guns or rocks or thrown stones.
If you hear me howling my joy one night,
be very careful what you do if you find me.
I will give you pretty kisses of bright red,
I will listen not to your begging entreaty.
For I am beautiful and a goddess reigning
over the night that transforms who I am.
How I love me when I am wild and free.
How I hate me when daytime makes me a lamb.
Copyright © Sherry Asbury | Year Posted 2018
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