The Lone Wolf
The Lone Wolf runs alone
She runs to meet her friends
The not quite human ones
Who drink the blood yet leave the flesh
She runs through the ice
And the cold and the dark and the rage
Through the never ending loneliness
And the darkness in her soul
Her friends are everywhere
She meets with them often
As she lopes along
Ignoring the warnings from the wise ones
Who know of the danger she faces
She remembers little about them
Only faint whispers in her minds
And dainty tooth marks and matted fur
By day they appear like the men folk
But she knows when the sun sets
Her friends become monsters
Suave to savage
Yet still she meets them
Longing for companionship
From those with no hearts
Her friends are intoxicating
The faint metallic taste of warm warm blood
That throbs through her veins and pounding heart
They murmur her name
Which softly echoes through the air
“Nicolette”
The name that reverberates across the ocean
That resounds through the mountain peaks
And resonates across the globe
Drawing her in
Gently, softly
Until the monster within strikes
By then it is too late.
>:D HA That's awesome!
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