The Wolf’s Lair

Your desolate darkness intrigues me, if you can imagine that.


I wonder how the air you breathe doesn't immediately freeze- from the coldness of your heart.




If you can imagine, I imagine everything.



I imagine the twisted tales of your dreams- the triumph in your screams-


so paradoxically in tune, despite being

the total opposite of me -



for I will always be your beloved opponent, as you will always be,

my dearest enemy