The Wolf's Night
It was cold summers might as the boy walked home,
The lights shined with brilliance keeping the shadows at bay,
The cold breeze running through his hair and tingling his skin,
As the boy walked he suddenly feels a shiver but not of cold
But the grip of the rippers welcome to the end,
The not turns seeing nothing but shining light bulbs and shadows,
The boy thinking it his imagination but still walks faster than before
He is halfway home to it confirting warmth and smiles of his family
When he heard it the bowl but not off in the distance but a breaths away
The wolf's howl is cold as death and sound More dangerous than a thousand wolves
The boy tells him not to look but his body demand to know of the dangerous beast that stalk,
There he see's the beast of the night
It is a wolf made of shadow with eyes that shine a bright darkness like a shark
It does not have fangs or back legs at least none that can be seen
It slow crawls its way across the cold pavement is powerful claws leave marks 3 inches deep
It growls the promise of a painful and slow death
The boy runs and runs but just as he seems to escape the beast appears again and again
The boy knows he cannot escape but he runs anyway knowing acceptance is death
Finally the beast catches the boy after what seems like hours of nothing but the chase
The boy waits for death as the creature slowly drags his claws up his chest living a deep
Scars covered in living shadow but just as the boy is about to be finished the sun rises
And the creature melts away never to seen by the boy again
Copyright © James White | Year Posted 2016
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