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The Howling Of The Night Wolf
Dark is the starry night......
...a cool breeze blows across the landscape
Echoing the sounds of the ancient spirits of Lupus
A calling to the earth below.....
….tis the season of the howling..
She traverses a dark, earthened path
Donning a long black skirt
a linen blouse, bodice low
hinting towards her "milk of human kindness".
upon her shoulders, a blood red shawl
a scarf covers her long, red mane
Pale, luminous breast reflect the moon's light
A candle lamp lights her way......
and the winds cry "Mary"
It's as if a million eyes
are upon her gentle flesh
How I pray for this “lamb” in the wilderness
The incessant howling crescendos
A foreboding specter looms in the night
feeding the sum of all her fears
the rustling branches and leaves upon the ground
amplify the footsteps that appear to come
from all around......the darkness comes to life
and a nightmarish silhouette of death moves near....
…....striking an offensive posture
backed up against his stifle rear
wiry and strong,
the seedy creature launches
towards her.....
his mouth drools bitter waters
a blood curdling howl
the grim illusion of the ferryman's shroud
her undoing …...be it not proud
This beast allows his carnal nature to give rise
to his *knot" erect and distended
he oozes primal excretions
of blood lust and vile reproach
the reflection of terror shown through his shining eyes
then with one smooth slash
of his sharp claws,
her ripped garments fall to the ground
barren and cold.......
...yet she does not make a sound
she simply smiles as to be so bold
and her eyes all aglow
reflect the heat of a raging inferno
as she summons powers
from the depths of a devil's hell below
ahh, turnabout is but fair play.....he garners not his wanton pleasures today
she grabs hold of his massive organ
her 9 inch nails slowly peel his coronal flesh
she squeezes tightly the devils jewels
and in the blue moonlight shadows
she fiendishly pumps his swollen tool
and within the grips of her jaws
she injects lethal venom through
her cavernous fangs
until it burns away
and turns to dust......
…..oh how the night wolf had planned in err
and the succubus queen had laid forth her trap
just right.
She feast upon his wretched flesh
until the breaking of dawns early light........
....and "the howling" ends
Sometimes, the sum of all fears may just as well be your own demise...
....caught up in the ill intent of carnal lies.
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