They say the wolf

is in love with the moon,

I think that I am

in love with you.


Our brown flesh

turned to royal purple

and navy blue. 

My body bound to yours

like the vine to the honeydew. 


I am your goddess,

your lioness,

your final virtue.


Weigh my heart

against the feather of truth,

and let me pass onto

the next world with you.


By Stephanie Yost

Stephanie Yost is a writer of prose, visual artist and patron of the dark arts. Her work reflects the tangible shadows of love and loss. It seeks to find romance and beauty in the most seemingly impossible of places. Places we overlook and places we dare not look. Unapologetically, she is driven to show you what you love, lust and fear the most.