Wolves No More

The soft flower in bloom,
Striking beauty like dawn upon the gloom.
As soft moisture again,
Waters its soft petals, thin.
Then wolves creep across the sod,
And reveal perversions akin to Sade.
Knowing the bud fears solitude,
So they whisper words falsely hued,
With lies cleverly jaded,
Till she is persuaded,
And opens up her blossom,
And bends down to them.
But these are monsters not friends,
And in that moment when she bends,
They tear into her heart.
Their teeth, jaws, tongue dart,
Into her soft flesh again and again.
Till that moment when,
They are sated once more,
And they leave her hurt, torn, upon the floor.
Then as she just starts to heal,
And again be able to feel,
Wolves return to feast.
These vile animalistic beasts.
Night descends,
Her thought bends,
Towards the abyss,
That none would miss,
Her passing on.
None would miss when she is gone.
So she starts to wither,
Till another beast comes hither,
But! 'Tis old friends,
Who with a roar sends,
The wolves, cowards, into flight.
And the pours words, as water, to help her plight.
This tiger and butterfly,
Whisper, "be strong the gardener is nigh,
Be strong sister of the bloom,
Do not head into the tomb,
Behold the master comes and not alone.
Behold what will soon be shown.
Your heart's desire within thee,
A man for whom you can safely bloom in verity.
A man, not a beast,
In whom your heart can feast.
A man of silk and steel,
Who can peel,
Back the layers of pain,
And your heart gain.
A man who will patiently tend,
Your garden till you mend.
For whom you will never be forced to bend,
For t'will be but two hearts that blend,
Compliments in every way.
You helpmeet in dark night or in day.