Wolf Killer - a ligkaribe poem

“A voice said wolf killer’ long & low a whisper that was like a summons and a tribute at the same time”

Wolf Killer
Immortal embrace

Sitting alone in darkness, drinking up the shadows
Embrace of loving arms, warmth on my back...
A whisper of love?
Voices in my head?

Staggering alone in twilight, listening to the silence
Arms waiting for me, moistness on my cheek...
A kiss of love?
Voices in my head?

Lying alone in gloom, drowning in the scent of dusk
soft brush of tender fingers, warm impression upon my body...
Lovers weight?
Voices in my head?

Lunacy?
The shadows whisper to me?
Incoherency is my bedfellow
Lucidity a mist before my eyes

Invisible arms and soundless kisses
Devour my faltering willpower
Alluring temptations and subtle seductions,
overwhelming my senses

Warm, chasing away the coldness,
melting my being
An invitation,
to lose myself in the arms of - who?

In that moment I am wanted,
enveloped in passion,
sinking into the sensation of predilection

Sense of you,
your presence sets my heart racing,
sinister, looming figure of darkness
Menacing, omnousity,
my mind dancing in the halls of obscurity
alive no more, walking in the twilight of life,
a moment away from your arms,
a moment away from death
Drowning in your black aura,
inundated by its intensity
Your enormous mass,
permeating itself into my pores

Scent of impermanence,
struggle for survival
All I hear now is the voices in my head
laughing and raucous,
Deafening sound of life ebbing away,
Vociferous, riotous the tang of austerity
“But this is what you sought after, my love.
Calling to me with your very essence.”

Inside me, motionless,
mind in turmoil,
Fear like I have never experienced,
Repeated plunges into my being,
into my essence

Violent and fast, fast and furious,
the taking
Fast needy breath against my ear,
Passionate, fervent embrace of death,

To be needed to be desired so much,
Sinking into forbidden ecstasy
Fulfillment of hidden desires
Now truly unveiled
You knew all along what I wanted

The taste of doom,
sweet luscious smell of death,
No longer voices in my head
but voices of my intimate,
tranquility mine to grasp

In this moment of death, never more alive, alive for eternity – immortal, by you my Wolf Killer.