Lupine

When she’s gone

They’ll call her lupine…

A Cryptid

With a wolf-like appetite.

A myth who slayed shadows

Under the mystery of night.

They’ll spread the stories

Of her tenacity

And digested hindsight.

They’ll speak

Of her one-woman pack

And lack of emotional attachment…

Like detachment is the reason

She mutated into a savage.

They’ll call her a creature

Of outcast decimation.

A mausoleum haunted

By animosity

And societal ablation.

To some,

She’s a tale of caution…

A warning of isolation’s consequence.

And to others

She’s a fable of inspiration.

A heroine.

A prophetess.

@DeadOfNightPoetry