I have never really been one for company; I’m awkward and uncomfortable in the company of others; I feel constrained, bound. It’s what I am; who I am and I’ve never had the desire to change.
In dreams you are with me once more, Your warmth beside me, Your heart beating in time with mine, An eternity in each heartbeat. In dreams I feel your breath on my cheek,
It was a click; a definite click. There shouldn’t have been a click. There shouldn’t have been any sound; that’s what they’d said. But there was a click and I knew what that meant.
The Werewolf’s wyrd. I watch you humans, Scurrying around in busy lives, Unawares and unknowing, That the predator’s gaze is upon you. The spark of your lives,