In the Full Moon Mist
Found in the remnant haze
of misted twilight,
black eyes peering into
the becoming night, as
hunger raging from a dry emptiness,
pumping blood and heart distressed;
biding time as gloaming rays do fan
the sky’s remainder blues,
hues that turn to purple
deep and studded as night ensues.
With stealthy creeping steps,
that beast does attest its prowling hour,
to hunt and feast,
immerse itself in flesh and blood,
in cracking bone and
moaning fallen life,
under razor claws and jaws
to tear flesh from bone,
merciless frenzied killing,
to reap the seeds already sewn.
And as it circles a creature of burrow,
unbeknownst, just chewing roots,
the beast in silent closing plan
until one strike the creature
stands no more,
as teeth sink in and tear aware
remaining life, a silent struggle
as spurting red so rife precludes escape,
flailing limbs in waning make
the end so quick and clean.
The mist crowds in,
visibility down to nil,
as a ravenous hunger is quenched,
and little is left, for the insects
and lizards to imbibe,
as that beast walks away, satisfied,
toward a nice warm den,
where he’ll pray to the moon,
give thanks for the offering,
his latest mortal sin.
Where does the beast lay,
in what den is he dreaming
of his next pray,
perhaps a bigger kill,
even human would be such a thrill,
when next the beast walks
the full moon night,
and dreams are woven
from a wolfs mind,
buried deep in its brutal kind.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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Mesmerizing and frightening. You do have a way with words, Tony, that spellbinds this reader. Great work from a master storyteller.
Thanks so much Phyllis, every now and then I like to engage a story line, just for the practice of it. So pleased you enjoyed my dark rendering. Cheers!