My God, My God

she weeps in a forest clearing by a pond, the full moon above her head turns everything silver, her silent tears create ripples on the waters surface her voice echos in the dead silence as she cries out eli, eli lemi sabachthani, twice she called this out pitifully then she keeled over as if death had washed over her now cries and the pounding of large paws could be heard on this faithless night of all nights, they came to the clearing and stopped, staring at the lifeless body of the girl lying near the pond, they became restless when the wind sent the scent of fresh blood towards their nostrils, now they rushed forward with enormous amounts of enthusiasm and velocity, ripping into her flesh with large claws viciously fighting over her flesh when the wolves were finished they clambered away with full bellies leaving nothing but some shredded blood-stained clothes, her shredded entrails, and her eyes shining in the moonlight like two wet marbles, then came the other nocturnal monsters and decomposers to dispose of the evidence of that dreadfully faithless night.