Corruptible Seed

A leopard pads through my dreams by night, 

And tears the fabric of my solace, 

The wicked wind thrown up, 

By an impassioned burst of speed, 

Sometimes awakens me. 

And when i wake,

And find myself in company, 

Albeit, sleeping company, 

The pang for predatory nights comes back, 

When my bed was a hunting ground, 

And not a graveyard, 

Silent and spooky.  

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