Lore

In a place that feels like home
In a skin that’s so far from it
I am terrified of lore
About death and comeuppance

To her eyes I seem to be a thing
To be loved at her leisure
But my heart loves so fully all
I am left to wonder

In all these times of in-between
How am I to know
If I will remain her favorite pastime
Or if I’ll succumb to snow

And in the wallow, in the dark
Where my presence has been known
I call upon a long lost friend,
Terror of the Unknown.