She waits, for only waiting has she known
he lies so she stays and kill his void
He is more than his words
A charming imposter, of the
most beautiful dream she ever had
An incarnation of his own fallen hopes
Built with a chilling nightmares
That she fears and love at the same time
A limping werewolf who leaves the trail
Of blood,which is not red anymore
But turned a shade of grey
his wolf have been gone too long
And now he is only a human
Walking slowly, where she has taken refuge
In the cave, Behind the waterfall
Where he saw her on her first shift
Their sacred place, their safe haven
YOU ARE READING
Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
