Wicked Little Shifter

She’s mumbling while slumbering in the darkest nights,
What is she seeing while dreaming if not of me?
Maybe Lunar rumors running to consume a
Fleeing and speed child who is screaming?

Under the blunders
Did I really know her?
Is she really innocent
Or is she quite mad?
Beckons me,
“Come hither.
Into my bed?”

I stay awake for the sake of seeing the snake.
If it is just in her mind, we will find the crossing line.
Chest rising and falling, the calling of the fallen.
Suddenly her eyes open, with her thighs and cries.

Lovers in covers.
With nails she lashes.
A devil inside her,
Is coming awake.
Grin at me
So wicked,
Ready to eat.