Monday, March 27, 2017

Eaten Alive

The wolf of night
It's blackest sheen
Glows with crimson
Grins with perfect teeth

In desperation and protection
In the forest of reverie
Met with good intentions
Born of malady

A crumbled love
         It consumed the heart
Of its twin divine
The wolf of sun

A fervent chase
I’m always hungry
So it cries
So it lies


Now all it knows
Is to devour
Until it's heart
No longer shatters

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