Wolf Tracks
black and red
And the dark hour came with the rising of the moon, and would begin when the moon hung in the starless night like a broken pendulum. And the creatures would rise from their mortal shadows, and crawl among men. And they would feast upon tender flesh and the fear of children. And no weapon of mind or steel could stop them.
But when the soft light of dawn would trickle down, only then, would they shed their blood-stained skin and return to the shadows. They would leave nothing behind, save for rotting corpses and terror-laced cries. And the snow would melt beneath ruby ashes.
The town would mourn in black, and from up above the town would look like an oil spill. And still, time would move forward, yet it wouldn't heal their wounds.
Because they all knew, they were helpless.
But when the soft light of dawn would trickle down, only then, would they shed their blood-stained skin and return to the shadows. They would leave nothing behind, save for rotting corpses and terror-laced cries. And the snow would melt beneath ruby ashes.
The town would mourn in black, and from up above the town would look like an oil spill. And still, time would move forward, yet it wouldn't heal their wounds.
Because they all knew, they were helpless.