The Meeting




Glowing moonlight shines on murky treetops,

Shadows dance on chill air, delicate silk.

She lies still, adorned, ruby like wolves’ chops

Shining, radiant, skin color of milk.


Eyes glaring down, face plastered with a grin

Reminiscent of years ago, playful

Satisfaction, ending a broken kin

Acting on impulse, perceived so simple.


But envy fed on weakness in her soul.

Salt tears collided with the lifeless corpse,

for her actions were detached from control,

and her heart beated solely with remorse


She accepts him, and shakes the blood-stained blade

The goal achieved, always lifeless but saved.