I’m tempted to fly into the sanctity of this night absent of all fright.

Just let go and punch the accelerator to the floor. Test that theory about this vehicle‘s capability of achieving a speed of 160 miles per hour. Cut loose and open full throttle and jettison into the pitch black open highway and roll the dice or my car this night.

How I express myself will be pleasing and satisfying precisely as I am and not disappoint because my expression is unlike those you have previously seen.

One day in someone’s eyes, I will be perfection, just as I am; to this person, I will be pristine.

They won’t be continuously washing off the I that is me trying to wash me away because who I am and how I express myself to them is deemed unclean.

The memories have been sneaking up on me, trying to push me off the rail.

The crimson splendor running down my shoulder is how my soul will silently wail.

Here I am beneath the moon; her beauty soothes me with her light so pale.

She witnessed your guile and how you conspired when you perceived my heart was frail.

I’m a nice person, so If I don’t want anything to do with you, you should ask yourself why that is.
You did, didn’t like the answer, and didn’t like the reflection you saw in your mirror. So you got mad at me and lashed out. You’re angry because you can no longer pretend you are not exactly what and who you are.

Wisdom and the purity of youth radiate and burn behind the dark gaze;

distant yet piercing, the eyes forever to burn in your memory.

And the music is like a feather from the wings of the soul.

There was a time when it surged through me like

electricity.

My soul was on fire.

The Wolf, the Jaguar, the Serpent,

the Witch, the Shaman, the Shapeshifter.

What kind of creature was made on that day?

And if I die this night I have no fear, as I know you will

catch me in your arms and I will be Home.

Let it all flow through, out onto the floor.

Running out like the blood of a slaughtered calf on the

sacrificial stone.

You burn brightly, my star in the night.

My breath of life.

I am the wolf behind her eyes.

Hated, misunderstood, betrayed, and alone.

They do not want me here.

Walk softly in my presence, for I am bruised.

I need you to understand and accept me as I am.

There comes a time when you must decide.

Do you find your pleasure in darkness?

Or do you cling to your fears, that hold you in the light?

You haven’t the slightest clue. You have no idea who or what

stands before you.

If you knew, you would tread lightly.

But, it’s the ones with many faces in their bag, and a smooth tongue.

The multi-faced spider, just waiting to catch you in their web of lies, trick bags, and deception.

These Individuals make a sport of it.

You will never escape me, you are mine eternal.
Come burn in the soft fire, I am the pleasure you desire.
There is no other in this world or any other.
Give me your life, your blood.
I am the wolf, I am the one you want.

Wolf in darkness reaching for the light.
Raven's feathers black as night.
Cool as the moonlight bathing this night.
In between the darkness and the light.

Darkness come, darkness fall softly.

With each breath, he feels the sweet agony

and desperation, his heart pounds faster as his strong

body writhes, dying for her to devour him.

He awakens, his lips moaning her name in the darkness.

The infinity is lurking among the pale shadows

of Night’s magic beautiful landscape.

In my dreams of wolves, I briefly held my freedom.