Hunted!

Hunted hot breath fogs the chill night, scattering frightful snow flurries to flight. Running legs burn in the powder, crunching louder, louder. The pursuit is on. Ominous imagination paints on a canvass this panicked translation: “Must escape. Must escape.” Night’s undercover sounds fire adrenaline, and flight takes hold. The predator chases with honed instinct, forever bold. Wildly, it gains a distance untold.

The chilled prey, savagely alone and savagely tracked, cries out for crucial necessities lacked. Wishes the must and rust off youth’s empowering golden lust. A trustworthy spirit perceives the cry, and to the endangered one she flies. Nature’s light warps to twilight, and she arrives with mustered might. With a whip of her auburn essence, she banishes away age’s putrescence. A cloud of magic dust fluffs from the prey’s quivering crust. Vigorous life rejoins the veins for hopeful youth has been regained, and strength now courses where weakness had lain. Head is held high with the rising tide, a confidence augmented by pride. It is neither reckless, neither snide.

Enter eager predator onto the wintry plain. Growling insane teeth glisten, determined to reign. But the strengthened prey shall be its bane. For the prey’s defense is not in vain. By the gainful spirit, instinct was trained. The predator attacks and attacks again. Glimpse blooded wounds and twisting pain. See maroon manes knotted in vengeful rains.

The lightning moon moves to its silent tune. Its wan scarred face patiently awaits the end. It poses the judicious question: when? Tea time? Supper? Perhaps high noon? The lightning moon observes the grunting shadows. They claw, grasp, tear, cleave, bereaved of sense, energetically shallow.

At last the shapes cease. Both have experienced release. The endangered one’s mind is finally at peace. And the victor returns to life in one piece. The benevolent spirit transports to the east where the sun is rising advertising like a tired priest. Its dictation hounds a starving soul slavering over an unreachable feast. Forevermore, forevermore…until the supernova’s dreaded surcease, and the striking end of all.