Stole Away



 Sometimes when the heavens pour,
 The lightening cracks and storm does roar,
 I love to stand out in the rain
 And call to you, release my pain.
 I feel the need to vent this rage;
 A judge to sanity some may gauge?
 Such morbid pastime they might say,
 But it wasn’t them who stole away?
 
 
 

 (Image courtesy xGothicKittyx on deviantart.com)

A Lycan Night

Lycan Night image

Slowly, slowly, moving on
I follow the lead of my venting breath
A chill
The hairs on my neck stand on end
Every crack of twig
Every whoosh of wind
And every second is an eternity

Moon strays from behind cloud
Illuminating a darkling wood
A call. My blood freezes
I am frozen
I want to move
But only my ears seem to work
They are listening for what is to come

The call again
It is that of a broken soul
I empathise
I cannot run. I cannot look
Fear has taken me
I grip at the tree I cower behind
There is no reassurance in return

A low, deep, growl. Closing steps
Steaming, warm, breath
Drool on my neck
I close my eyes
And take my final breath
Death has found me