The Wolf in A Book of Poems

“Do you fear me?” a voice said.
It was quiet, as if it were coming from quite a distance away.
‘What? Fear you? Who are you?’
I tried to speak, but my voice, similarly, was silent
as if I were only breathing the words.
The moon appeared above me and shone down.
Although I could now see myself, it seemed as if I was standing on nothing
as the ground below my feet was dark,
as if I had sunk deep into the ocean.
“Do you fear me?” the voice repeated,
clearer this time.
I saw a glimmer out of the corner of my eye
in the blackness of the abyss.
A reflection of the moon’s light
on a deadly apparatus.
Teeth.
Sharp and dangerous.
As if a mere touch would puncture my flesh.
Closer and closer
the gleaming fangs of the beast grew.
“Do you fear me?” it asked once more,
a snarl in it’s voice.
A snout emerged from the darkness
followed by glistening eyes.
Coarse black fur
and razor-sharp claws,
soon the beast had completely entered the light.
A horrid wolf stood over me.
My feet were completely stuck to the ground.
I wanted to fall down and cower,
but I found myself unable to even flinch.
It’s mouth fell open
and a guttural voice filled the void
and overtook all my senses.
“Do you fear me?”
the wolf asked.
I looked deep into it’s hollow eyes
and saw a twinkle.
A flash of emotion.
Small, but noticeable.
It held deep sorrow in its gaze.
Despite the exterior of this monster
it’s eyes seemed almost human.
‘Do I fear you?’ I ask myself.
I lift my hand up and meet its snout.
“No,”