A man awoke
Cold and alone
Six counts since dusk
To the red sounds
Of exposed bone.
He threw off his sheets,
reaching for lantern,
And at the window:
fleeting silhouette
vanished past moonglow.
He thought it was a pup,
Or black wolf from the wood,
But then his heart did jump
When he saw the oak sill
six feet up from thick mud.
He slipped into worn down boots
then he loaded the shotgun,
pressed his ear upon the door,
to hear only his heart thrum.
Slowly slid grating metal;
squeezing free a black dull latch.
Dual barrels fell to the deck
As his hand reached to his neck,
Pleading bronze for holy safety.
And upward his gaze crept slowly
to meet a surreal, opaline stare.
The creature towered, more stone than flesh
a gravel breath smothered in iron.
Rotten skin the color of liver
fell from its cheeks, replaced in essence
with carborundum, calcite and silver.
The man collapsed, resigned in his terror,
but the creature turned, and left with thunder,
leaving him with a curious hunger.
The man got up and prepared to follow
Grabbing his lantern, half-filled with oil.
He stepped into the thick curtain rain
and past the fence, saw horse, crimson-mained,
on a shadow stretched hillside, black and hungry.
Old willows gnarled thick along riverbanks,
back into earth each greywood sank.
He followed into the womb of the world.
Mist grew viscous, wet and cold,
his torch flame flickered, shifting shadows
made it seem as if the trees crept and followed.
His other hand shook between wet and flame,
blocking drizzles from the beacon.
From the mist a strange creature rose ethereal,
with a shimmering pearl raiment
gowning its pelt primordial.
It turned darkness into day, for a moment,
until the flame flickered out and the oil was all spent.
obvi not finished. just dunno how to end it yet
This post was edited by JadeBlade23 on Apr 24 2014 05:01pm