The Clearing

Thin gray clouds stand witness with the bloated full moon hanging low in the wintery sky,
On a being in the forest clearing changing bleeding and begging to die.

It is always the same, every month as the moon hangs in the sky ripe as the rotted fruit on the vine
He feels the pull the pain the carnage in his mind’s eye.

The forest once so beautiful and full of peace, now is no more only a place to enjoy
The death and evil that he reaps

As the animal within becomes the animal without he smells the air and wrinkles
His horrible snout.

In the distance he hears them singing, laughing and cuddling
Wrapped in a warm cloak after their sinning.

He creeps towards the sounds and his hunger runs cold just
As they see him this creature of old.

They stand and try to run as the low growl becomes a roar
Ahead they see a shack with an old rune on the door.

Reaching shack as they fall through the door, the old
Shack quivers through the howls and the roars.

Now the roar of hunger turns to one of pain
As the rune on the old door burns with life once again.

Confused and in pain the old beast gives in skulking away
To the forest once again.

The man and the woman huddle with fright all the way
Through that long frigid night.

As morn doth come as has for millions of years
They both look out with relief mixed with tears

The horror is gone, at least for today
So now they run, run far away from that godless clearing deep in the woods

But Know this not a soul would believe….but well they should