“Do you believe in werewolves?”
She said,
“In vampires witches
demons the dead?” ,
And I looked at her
with curious eye,
Turned my vision
to the star lit sky,
Stories and fairy tales
book upon book,
I drunk them all in
like a fish to a hook,
I nodded at her
my eyes gleaming in the night,
My pupils they danced
in the soft fires light,
She looked at me
with the lightest of sigh,
Then turned her eyes
to the forest on high,
“Werewolves are not
like the stories you’ve read,
They are immortal they’re still here
when we’re dead,
They aren’t cute and fluffy
resemble neither pup mutt nor dog,
They hide in the shadows
camouflaged with the bush tree and log,
Feel you’re being watched?
well maybe you are,
A monstrous great beast
with senses so far,
And they’ll watch you
a predator and prey,
Tell me my dear
will you sleep at all this day?
Enough of my story
that’s it for tonight”,
And left with so many questions
I watched the fires light…x.
There is a part 2 to this…