Not from nature!
I fear her presence.
She did not arise from nature, she comes from the beyond.
A dominating black veiled magician, she wants me to smell her spices,
that she knows will rob me of life.
Dressed in lilacs, bleeding a horrific odor,
she is a wolf underneath the ropes,
growing hungry by the minute!
I taste like honey in her mouth.
I’m deprived of breath and as I wish to be saved by daylight,
she wishes to pull me towards the swirling darkness.
She is waiting for my weakness in the moon’s drunken light.