In the fashion of one who weaves but lies;
he stared into the mournful wonder of her
eyes. She kissed his lips with sweet delight
unaware of shift in his veins. He shudders
while watching the moon arise.
She sighed as she ran her hands through
the luminescent fields ‘neath moonlight.
His thoughts untamed rushed as though
dreadful wind; whispering schemes into
the darkness of the night.
Maiming the wrinkled silk and lace;
His paws perturbed with blood irate.
Photo credits: www.deviantart.com
For my prompt ‘Let us walk together in the moonlight’ tomorrow at
8 am EDT.