#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
Long strides of footsteps slowly appear.

A petite body,
Slim fingers,
Pale skin,
And long fingernails.

I halt.

I will myself to move,
But my feet stay glued to the one position,
My heart taking one too many heartbeats.

The human moves closer,
Only then it's not human.
I close my eyes and dream,
Dream of a time where I was running
In a wild forest.

Surrounded by pine trees, and citrus,
Lavenders and gardenias,
Sunflowers and white roses,
Home.

I'm holding you,
Walking down this beautiful aisle of flowers, I smile.

And as my neck is engulfed with two fangs,
I let go, content that you get to change me.

-Black_Phoenix
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