A wolves tale

Here I cook a meal for kings. I set the dishes as a song bird sings. For this meal is for no king. Nor shall I be handing out a ring. Its presentation must be right. And my secret can't be in plain sight. For when we finish this meal tonight. It will be only me who has delight. I garnish the plates with gentle care. I pour the wine and check your chair. I invite you in with the sweetest grin. Shall we eat, where shall I begin. A salad for two, but just for you. Maybe a stuffed mushroom , one or two. Then we are on to a cup of soup. It will be my pleasure let me scoop. I will offer cheese and crackers. May leave the room to toss some wrappers. I won't be long, back in a flash. Short of breath, from that quick dash. Lobster and steak, this dish piled high. Make sure u save room for ice cream and pie. Dinner almost done, and I have not had a bite. You look at the clock in the now dimming light. After pie you can spend the night. I'm not going to lie, everythings all right. The look in my eye shows no signs. But you know all the while something shines. My eyes seem empty but full at times. That like short stories and rhymes. You smile and say, "no thanks. I must go and check my tanks. " With a flash and a sudden wind. A storm shutter blows in. For now it is to late. Your are my dinner date. Now You truly see my smile. I start to change in the moon light. You start running in fright. But it is to late. For you are my dinner date.......