Charcoal Pelt
I went for a walk. The night was clear, but dark.
My mind was calm and curious, of things that make me spark.
The recognition that I crave, is ravenous and loud.
To stand on pillars of such praise, of a daunting, cheering crowd.
I hear a growl, and then a snort. I look to see a wolf.
A dark and handsome, charcoal pelt. His glowing gaze sends me a shock. A jolt I've never felt.
I feel a calm but careful shiver, as I near the gorgeous beast. He sits not a yard from me, like he is waiting for a feast.
I ask him what he wants from me. I don't know if this real. He says that he is here for me. He wants to make a deal.
His voice is deep. I see his teeth. I'm entranced by his vocal tone. He speaks of my life at it's best, how I'd never feel alone.
My music would take them all. They would beg to see my shows. Millions at my fingertips, and I'd only grow and grow.
I'd free my loved ones from their debts, I'd live with glee and not regret. I'd have anything I wish. I'd simply need to ask of it and I'd quickly see the switch.
I stop, and think of all of this. It seems so right and fair. I'd do the work and write those words, and it would be me who put me there.
The conflict in me is so strong. I feel like laughing or crying. 27 years is the deal, before my time of dying.
The wolf sits still, eyes locked with mine, as he waits on baited breath. I can do anything I wish, but I'm his upon my death.
He will hunt at every turn. His drool will coat the ground. Hungry and waiting long. until the reaper's sound.
"Tick tock" he says, just like a clock, he shows his gorgeous grin. "The world is yours, my lovely boy, just simply let me in."
I close my eyes and with a sigh, I nod my nervous head. He licks his lips and then he speaks "I'll see you when you're dead"
The deed is done. The wolf has won, so I'll take my fleeting time.
I stared into the wolf's dark soul, and he walked away with mine.
