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