Transformation

Transformation

In the darkness,
he holds her mind as his wings
spread to cover the moon
with a crimson haze following
his breath.

The wolf sits upon the cliff,
his teeth bared and decayed
as he watches her innocence
float away in the breeze,
forever gone.

She is transformed,
where once a blond halo sat,
now serpents preen in the dusky
moonlit shadows, waiting for
a victim.

Where eyes of green
stared out from behind thick lashes,
now milky white souls beat
at the eyelids, screaming
for release.

And the wolf waits, his
mourning cry echoing in the
night, holding onto the last
wisp of sanity in the air;
he knows.

The breath leaves her
body crumbling beneath his touch
as he waits for finality of it;
he closes himself around her
and feeds.

In the blink of an eye
he is gone, leaving behind
nothing but a pile of ash
and a screaming soul lost,
for eternity.