Sometimes love can be a scary thing

Like walking into an empty
Castle ruin.
Where cobwebs clinging
to a moldy ceilings.

And spiders eyes pierce
through clammy darkness.
Skeleton hands touching the back
of our shoulders.

Floating across an empty ball room
I find myself remembering  
where all was buzzing,
bubbling and fun.
As I danced all night with
the queen of the ball
I bath in the memory of her
scented smile.

Drifting sideways through a wall
I enter a kitchen, with
a beast is chained to a wall,
and stand behind a large table.

A bright moon climbs through a
broken window and glares right
into my soul.

Pushed back I fall onto a collapsing
wall that sticking out of the ground
like a great crocodiles jaw.

Scrambling to my feet I hear the
sound of creaking floor boards,
where there are none.

A timeless essence pervades the room
as I am comforted by a distant
moon.

A soft silver energy spills into the
room and takes the shape of
A beautiful women.

The angry beast still chained
to the wall growls and howls
louder and louder, I shudder.

But as the lady softly speaks
the howl of the beast quickly
retreats.

Held in a straight jacket
we are braced by a
consuming silence.

Bewildered by her power
all my strength
collapsing onto the floor.

But slowly I observe fur
falling of the beast,
rippling
muscles begin to appear.

A giant stands up tall carrying a strength
greater than any dragon or beast.

All fragments of fur find life
rolling up together and
turning into a wolf.

As we all sit with each other
sunbathing in a silver moon
seeping into the room.

Lost with a beast in an abandoned
castle I am found and tamed
by this beautiful
fare maiden.

Gently together we are suddenly awoken
in a busy castle as we start remembering
something we had long ago forgotten.

How precious a love,
a gentle,
falling in love
can be.