Werewolves
By Nicole D. Florer
Running through the forest at night,
Your in for a big fright,
You trip,
You fall,
The you hear him call,
He calls for your heart,
He calls for your soul,
He calls for your body,
He's beautiful,
But you're scared,
Will he hurt you,
Or be your refuge,
Your shelter,
Your safe harbor,
Your love,
He has russes colored fur,
With goregues big black eyes,
That show you he won't give up,
"Werewolves can spend their entire life chasing what they want",
He wants you,
From the first day he saw you,
He's wanted you,
Your to scared to move,
Where are the others,
You hear the sound of multiple paws pounding on the wet earth,
You know they're coming,
Coming for you,
As they approach you try to get away,
What a mistake to make,
Yet again you fall,
They're coming for you.
He leads them through the dark night,
They're such a sight,
Beautiful,
All of them,
Their fur glistens in the moonlight,
They catch up with you,
You can't move,
You know that you care for him,
And that he cares back,
You allow him to take his prize,
You lose your freedom,
But it's lost willingly,
For he is your life mate!