The name is Misti, if you wanna know more, just ask.

~On the feeding of wolves~

The lamb senses the wolf's approach.
She knows that she must run.

Escape.

The lamb, unmoving, stands transfixed as he draws near.
She is captivated.

Entranced.

The lamb does not run.
She feels so very alive.

Enchanted.

The lamb knows the wolf is almost upon her.
She marvels at his fangs.

Enticing.

The lamb does not wish to run.
She instead offers her throat.

Enraptured.

The lamb stands so very still.
She feels his teeth on her now.

Eviscerating.

The lamb falls to her knees as she is taken.
She feels ecstasy, interlaced with pain.

Ecstasy.

The lamb's sight fades to black.
She has fallen victim to the wolf's savage attack.

And so the wolf is fed,
And so the lamb is bled,
And so the ground is once more stained red.

Yet every lamb would risk a halo around her head...

If she could just one time; in such a way be bled.

The end.

~Billy

I like your profile picture my lady. You look quite lovely and not just a little mysterious...

~Billy