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Jan 2015
Black as pitch
And clothed in the night
Hypnotic eyes
Such an eerie sight.

Did I really see
Is there something there?
My eyes can’t find it
But my spirit’s aware.

Running this way and that
I stumble and fall,
I hear it’s approaching
It sounds out it’s call.

I must find safety
It’s closer I fear;
Only the eyes
Let me know that it’s near.

The black wolf is beauty
But its’ danger belies
The souls that it’s captured;
They sound out their cries.

I race toward the light
That shines in the dim;
Where I thought might be safety
Instead, I find him.

Tall, dark, and handsome
Such beauty outside;
But safety alarms me
For the eyes cannot hide.

I look for a moment
In the eyes of a man
Nd suddenly before me
The black wolf stands.

Trapped in his den
I search for escape;
Do I surrender
Or be devoured by hate.

The wolf will take my life
I know;
But if I surrender to the man
He’ll take my soul.
Written by
Linda Duncan
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