Self Portrait in Shadow

As one of their own
Tiny seedling, grown
in the shadow of the wolves
shark infested crimson coves

I grew up and blood
was common as mud
Spilling as the wine
splashing ocean brine

and in the darkness
I found a likeness
of all I ever wanted
and now I'm haunted

Longed for by shadow
Burning at my bones
The longings therein
are all born of sin

so the darkness becomes home