He looks at me with those eyes,
steel gray, cold, sending a shiver
up my spine. It is winter.
He stalks me, treading carefully
around my circle, tracing
the line of salt on the floor.
He growls, baring pearl
white teeth, fangs digging
into his lip, claws born.
He leaps for me,
the daggers dig into my neck
breathe is lost.
He leaves me laying
red droplets dripping
from my pale flesh.
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