Wolf At The Door

his eyes were red in window glow
and I in fear was hidden
but in my head a voice that spoke
I did as I was bidden
my hand on door, I tried to stop
but watched it turning round
and creaks were heard as open wide
I stared out at the ground
a blur of sight out in the night
and fur became man’s skin
He stood and smiled and into light
I beckoned him, come in


NaPoMo 17 2012 Poetic Asides prompt: write fantasy or science fiction poem