Prey you are watching

A different kind of beauty flutters in my veins.
The transformative forest fire that rages.
Splinter the bark as I howl at the moon.
Life shifts and shakes too soon.
Wet your lips in my misery.
A whirl once more in the serenade of solitude.
With fresh pine air I rejoice.
Capturing wandering stars and night owls.
Keeping them safe and hidden under my cloak.
For the winter will come early.
And these dreams will not last.
Pull the bones from my nightmares.
Drink the wine of my fantasy.
Rub me all over your teeth like cocaine.
And call my name.
The shooting star caught in the halo around the moon.
Learning your lycanthropy

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Oh Deer

She lived her life in seclusion.
Away from the world beyond.
Lost in a forestry delusion.
In a time that’s long since gone.
With a wounded heart and stolen child.
She fed and ran with her kind.
Hunted for her meat so mild.
Life and death so intertwined.
Despite it all, she raised her young.
On her own and with no other.
Help from a male, and though it stung.
She did her best to be a good mother.
A quiet creature, rarely seen.
Yet magical to the eye.
Fur so soft, and eyes of green.
T’was a shame she had to die.
On that snowy day, when the men with guns.
Were hunting, and being hunted.
And other beasts were forced to run.
Two worlds collide, and then were shunted.
For a wolf you see is not so aware.
Or prone to live in fear.
And this is why, she fell and died.
Trampled to death by the startled deer.

Tears in the chrysalis

Who knew the fury in that silent smile?
Little iceberg teeth bitten by the frost of circumstance.
Does she look to the sky, hurrying the rain to fall?
To wash away the paint on her wedding dress;
the coal in her brain or the handcuffs around her heart?
What song does she hum along to, that drifts in her world.
Staining the air around her, cloaking her against ill intent.
Like a red string around the wrist.
Drawn free from the granite and the prehistoric amber.
The carbon colouring in her eyes that repeats.
All tears mass-produced.
At the sight of the grey shadow in the distance.
The lonely cry of a wolf sent, to scare away the butterflies.

Travel in disguise

Keep out of sight, and don’t talk to strangers.
The things that lurk in the woods!
Curious creatures full of wonder, yet dangers.
Will spirit you off in a blink if they could.
So travel if you must, but travel quickly.
Be like the wolves, as brisk as the wind.
For there’s things that dwell, sweet yet tricksy.
They’ll have your bones out before you are skinned.
So go into the woods, but be careful.
Do not stray from the path or get lost.
Don’t ask for help, be quick and be mindful.
And avoid the children at all costs.

Lonely tree

In the forest, all alone.
My lonely tree feels as cold as stone.
Surrounded everywhere by branches.
That bend and twist to their own advantage.
We shake in the wind, and shiver in sadness.
Sunken in our disturbing madness.
Until one day you came into the woods.
Scared the animals and riding hood.
Yet the wolves they ran, and hid like rabbits.
Convoluted out of their own bad habits.
And into my glade you stepped so proudly.
And struck a match and yelled out loudly:
“Love is a flame that burns us under!”
And as quick as lightening, you lit me like thunder.
So my lonely tree, burned quick and sadly.
And I faded away, into death quite glady.

Perfect

What did you expect of me, I’m doing my best?
Call off the wolves, rest here a while in my dusty regret. They can smell my burning flesh.
I tried to run away, yet you followed. To hound and pound me.
Haranguing my conscience till the soul was worn away. Tell me, what did you get from this?
Did it make you feel good to see me cry?
Nobody’s perfect. I was trying my best.
I scratch the words onto my skin until the blood ebbs into the past. You don’t care for such sights.
You never cared for such theatrics, or displays of emotions.
Despite the ones you’ve caused.
The blood and mess was always swept under the rug along with my feelings.
Isn’t everyone going their own way, watching the signs and fingers pointed at them.
Allow the wolves to rest, throw my heart for them to feed while I slink out the back door.
Don’t let me catch your eyes of disappointment wander with me.
They kill me every time .
You are not immune to error, and I understand your lowly human attributes.
Personne n’est parfait.
I whisper this while you sleep the sleep of fallen angels.

Converging emotions

How did I fall, from my lonely little star?
Forgive this self-pity as I splash dust in my eyes and ice in my hair.
Following the comet, trailing in its wake.  Orbiting your sun.
Set me down, cut these strings that both hold me up and dance to whatever beat you decide.
I brush the mud from my knees and start the trail out of the woods.
Following no path.
Making my way to your heart.
I hear the wolves as they howl and devour things in the night
I see the woods in the trees and the eyes in the light.
Shiny dwelling diamonds with teeth of steel and empty stomachs.
I wander over mountains, I trudge through deserts.
My soul is thirsty and my heart is parched.
The oasis is a kiss, on the edge of your horizon.
The smell of your skin makes me swim in the salty ocean of you..
Until I finally land, bleached liked bones in the sun upon your shore.
Pull me, hold me close and swallow me down into the whale’s stomach of love.
Keep me forever in that tiny cage of your heart, swinging on a perch in deluded bliss.
I will sing us to sleep with a melody of toil and journey’s end.