Spellbound: The Lady And The Wolf

Through the misty dragon's breath,
She walks alone among the trees,
Expectation stares from her eyes
In anticipation of a meet,
She is watched from eyes of deepest black,
As a sense of longing fills her mind,
For tonight the moon is at full wax,
And she will hold her lover's hand.

Deep beneath the forest's canopy,
Where nature hides among the shadows,
The pack has gathered in ceremony,
Adorned in cloaks as white as snow,
So cold is the wind that howls their song,
Enchanting her with melodious charm,
She is as ready as she'll ever be
As she eagerly waits for him.

She lays upon a bed of grass,
To close her eyes and welcome a dream
Forged in twilight's silence,
Within the mists of a forgotten time,
A fabled myth of olden days,
A lost reflection of reality,
Where legend lives forevermore,
Within a lycanthrope society.

Wandering beyond the darkest realms
Where man's domain is left behind,
Where souls are black and blood is warm
Among the hunters of the night.
Oh, so strong and handsome is he
In his cloak of snow-white hair,
She offers herself unto him,
Spellbound by his hypnotic stare.

She feels his breath upon her neck,
Warm and wet and razor-sharp,
She hears the cold wind howl his song
And feels his eyes of deepest black
Watch her, as she tries to flee,
But alas, she cannot break his hold
As upon her flesh he fills his need,
And steals her moral soul.