werewolf

Lights!
says the dusk
as it enters…
into the shadows of the sunlight.
The cold light might appear,
surrounded by sprinkles
of the glittering sand.
And when the wolves howl,
there will be another life
there will be another portrait
of our image,
running around –
Lifeless!

The night cries in delirium
for it cannot face this illusion
a blink …
agony turns into anger
and memory – lost forever!