Twilight Hunter

 

 

He finally clambered to the top of the hill
Which seemed to rise higher than the fullness of the moon
He moaned
He howled

Oh the sound

Howling continuously
As if calling for someone to come and share in his anguish

He was hairy but needed not to shave
He was full jawed
Showing teeth
But wore not a mask

He being hungry
Desired sustenance
Finding none
Thirsting for something greater

Wild eyed he seemed
Yet tamer than the surroundings
Again he’d howl
Crying for companionship

Desolate
Panting now
Gasping for breath
Haunted
Cringing
Callused and alarmed
Turning towards the distant shadow of the moon

Trailing bitterly
Disappearing quickly
Diminishing
Vanished
Still wandering aimlessly
Remaining vivid
Alive
Pondering
Lurid

Written by Stack Jones
© Copyright 2010

 

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