The fog and gloom could not hide her raven hair
every other feature pale in comparison
but for the blood red lips that parted for breath
when approached she stiffened with anticipation
then gave way to tremors of delight and hunger
her eyes were silver like the moon, liquid and bright
she was just as haunting and addictive to me
smelling her musk, letting it fill my very being
I tiled my head back and let the howl rip from my muzzle
in a sorrow filled and angry song of betrayal
she simply smiled and looked coyly at me
in her hand a dagger of silver and blood red gemstones
She cut her hand and wiped the blood on my chest
when will this spell of the damned end
With the fog she vanished and left me to my pack
The hunger comes again, the hunt is on
and all i have to remember of her
is the long and cold nights
for i am forever of that night.
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