Such demonic rage and curiosity
Festering in, infecting their already infested eyes
Such a loathing and a hunger for humanity
Embedded, and digesting, in their souls
The valiant victim is lost in the sea of snarls
The tide cannot help but approach
Is this a corpse that should have died all the sooner?
Fear presented as pearls of sweaty sheen, such a valuable lost
To their gnashing of teeth and those dark, relentless eyes
Fur that would seem rough to the touch
Tormented in its coatings of earth, bramble and blood
Nature's fugitives, the hunters of these ethereal nights
Eclipse high above, and yet there is the shimmer of starlight
Matched in the pairs of eyes that gleam so cruelly
Their voices raised
Growling and whining ferociously howling
Snouts thrust high, scenting the fear in the air
Their pitiful, withering meal
His eyes are an azure blue, as deep as any ocean
With depths unfathomed as you look upon the troubled surface
Their nostrils flare in anticipation,
He stumbles; his feet churning up the grasses and they sigh in foreboding,
A hushed sorrowful sigh
Their feet are still and silent as his rake up the leaves
His widened, fearful eyes are searching for escape
Upward to the heavens and down to the undergrowth
Just one branch that might hold his weight until sunlight breaks his nightmare
But all to be seen is the halo of howls
The sound grinding his bones, freezing his blood
And tears up his vision in tears of prolonged despair
Granted a wish he might consider a merciful end to this state of unease
The awaited prowl, stalked and pounced
Before he would lie open for the elements and their questing maws
Or so that he might walk amongst more sheltered haunts in the days that had lain ahead
