“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.