Am I being strong or weak?
Nobel or pathetic?
I can't trust my instinct anymore
Who will tell me?

Is it the temptress I turn to?
Or the savior?
Is it obvious deception?
Or subtle care?

Am I standing for what I feel,
Or caving to what was felt?
Now I ask the wolf
Will you eat me?

Yet the wolf does not reply
She simply circles
But all the while I want her closer
Tis a dangerous game I play

Will the wolf warm me as I sit in the cold?
Or devour me?
Only one thing can be sure,
Her teeth do glisten

The way out is barred
And she guards the exit
Wolf has long been mans greatest competitor
And his best friend

She shimmers in the twilight
Both inviting and terrifying
I am drawn by her viciousness
How could one not love something so fearsome

And still she circles closer
Close enough to touch
But as I try she skirts away
Playing or probing?

What good is a wolf without claws or fangs?
Absent, she becomes a rug to be trodden on
I want my wolf dangerous
A fearsome ally or foe

As I stare, her motives are unclear
Is that the gaze of care or blood-lust?
They say not to look wild creatures in the eye
I would not have it any other way

Nobel or pathetic?
Does the wolf know?
Or do wild things dot have such notions?
Solely passion and instinct?

I suppose only time will tell
Whether I'm to be a meal or mate
But the wolf knows
As she circles closer still