luna declining

To all you lovely people,
Hallowe’en is not far away,
so here’s something small for you to read
before All Hallow’s Day.

Merci for liking,
Merci for joining,
I hope you keep on reading, commenting,
and of course enjoying:
You truly are the best!

j.d.

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Eyes seen in darkness
Scanning
A swish of a tail
A smell of far-off hail
In the air
There
No, there
Maybe…

Echoes howling faraway
A silent silvery back
Glides between shadows
Halting once or twice
Waiting
A shiver, real
tingling
icily
down young spines.

A lone figure standing,
seeing
everything
A glance, flickering
Shadows enveloping
the seven, hiding
Six disbelieving
Waiting in suspense.

Gasping, a whispered shout
Did you see?
Did you see!
A hand cupped hard over a mouth
A fierce whisper
Shut up!
Heartbeats racing
Silver bullets
waiting
for the ancient terror
lingering
In the dark of Night.

The howl so sudden
So close
No!
Shut up!
There!
RUN!

Screams piercing the night
Gunshots exploding
bright flares
in darkness
deeper
louder
Howls and Screams
Growling
too close, too close!
Confusion
Terror
Irrevocable understanding

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

I told you! I told you!
I TOLD you it’s there!

Crimson spreading
dripping
the scent intensifying
leaving a trail
Cursing
Crying
Prayers flying
From sputtering, trembling lips
This can’t be –
They’re myths –
They’re just make-believe!

We can’t, we can’t!
We must.
But that’s blood!
That’s real!
That’s a bite!
I don’t care, get inside
Get inside
GET INSIDE!

A scramble,
A struggle
back into the secure cabin
doors slamming
tires screeching
Lights fleeing into the night.

Luna declining
Silver fur gliding
Under old shadows
Into the vast Night
A moment of silence
before dawn, rising
A dim flash reclining
into misty worlds of silence
ancient spells
alive, living
Alone in the dark of Night…

© 2014 threegoodwords

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