Silver Infatuate

Once upon a time there was a creature,

silver and bright under the light,

defined by this authentic feature

that only fear seem to incite.

This entity became a silent preacher

haunting children’s stories at night;

“thou shan’t learn from this teacher”

people said in disgusted delight.

“Why do they hate me?” he asked the sky,

while the terror seemed to not be an ally

to his fate, and made him sick and wry.

Confused and bitter he demanded a ‘why,’

but not even a pigeon would indulge a sigh.

A lady, whose beauty was remarkably tender,

distressed was about the fate of this being

and at its sight she just seemed to surrender,

to incline, for a great honor she was guaranteeing

to what resembled a fine wolf of masculine gender.

At once, she found herself just fleeing

to his side, to his warmth and splendor

and this bliss that the wolf-man was seeing

he swore to keep from any contender.

“Oh, thou beast who at last I found in wellbeing,

I beg thou will rise to be my defender.”

Fate had spoken, as stark as if sightseeing,

and to her kisses, he became a render.