The Forest

The Forest I walk through an ancient, gloomy forest. Everything is shrouded in a dark fog, flowing over the contours of the earth. Uncertainty floods my mind, warping what I see and hear. In the distance, an owl faintly asks his question. I spin around, again and again. Faint padding. The cracking of a twig. Wind howling, fear takes my head. A flash of grey, gone as if never there. I flit about, glancing this way and that… A faint moon reveals my horrors. A half dozen wolves, grey and black, crouching before me, ready to snap. I stumble away, my back now against a tree. They close in, readying themselves. I unveil my dagger, but to my dismay and distress, the wolves are like no other. Transforming on spot, into those whom I love, I think, “Am I strong enough for this?” Before I conclude, they strike with speed. And before I conclude, my horrors are gone. Before I conclude, I’m hearing Death’s psalm.