He stalks me,
Always silent,
Always closer.
The glint of his sharp canines
Casting a shine into the
Moonlight.
The only hint,
That he is here.
As I glance over my shoulder,
He sinks back into the shadows,
And I hurry on,
Running from him,
Running from myself,
And the undeniable truth of what I am.
He is evil,
But he is noble-
He is my protector,
Always a mere breath away,
Always ready to pounce on my predators.
Searching for his eternal,
The one who whispers his name,
The one who is his queen,
The one who is;
Me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Angel a lovely write....