Twilight

Let the day always fade says Jacob as he watches the moonrise. The nightsky twinkling, simple yet astonishing. He looks at the moon, tensed, not knowing what to say. He looks A tiny shiver of what might come next. As the words disappear, it intensifies. He screams and cries, to the moon But little does he know, the moon belongs to the night. For he, under the vast violet sky, is but a wolf.