When Science Was Rogue

HE steps across the barren land into the forest each twig a twitch of animal muscle and the MOON is full but the town fuller this night. Superstition on four feet. Mothers, Fathers, brothers, and sisters the feast of feral man turned to shadow and in superstition, there is more to say Legend. When science was rogue and hearts tough came the creatures of hidden fear And fed they did across the globe A window open. A leap. Revenge on Time and the twenty-first century. Silver in the sky, crimson on the fangs. This truth as old as the spirit world. :: 09-26-2017 ::