His are my favorite to ever look into, eyes so fierce they saw right through. He knew how to draw me in, he loved me all night. But once morning came, I was devoured by his bite. I long for the softness of the sheep I know is there, it’s just hidden far beneath the wolves course hair. I could plainly see, I wasn’t totally hopeless, I loved him even though I knew he was ferocious. Knowing at that time, I was just his prey, how could he help it, he was raised that way. Now I am just one of the pack, but I know each blue moon, to me he’ll come back.