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The Pact
They tied him to the tree just before dusk.
I would have spoken up
To stop this madness
But a pact is a pact.
I watched the blood trail trickle from
where they had cut; Not deep enough
to send him drifting, That wasn't their place.
He looked at me;
The same look he gave yesterday
as we said our vows.
Dressed in white tux as he was now,
Though now stained at the front in red
They all left as the sun gave up it's last glint.
Just the two of us together.
I watched my son run on ahead.
Picking up sticks; Fighting imaginary beasts.
He didn't even look back.
He already understood the rules.
Darkness fell
The trees casting tall shadows
As the moon started to climb.
The tree I was tied to faced my beloved,
His tree showed the marks;
We were not the first..
Would not be the last;
Deep grooves made within the bark,
Dark stained over time.
His screams cut the silence deep
I didn't see them arrive
Five stood tall on two legs.
Seven foot
Wolf like
Demons of the forest we called them as children.
They howled in unison
A keening desired yearning kind of howl
The pungent smell of urine filled my senses as
Two of them emptied their bladders where they
stood in excitement.
They clawed at his flesh, Not deep enough
The shirt now ribbons of red hanging from his
screaming body.
With each scream they would howl deliriously.
One swipe and his intesines fell out.
As they too, Fell to the ground and feasted.
Still he screamed as I watched
Before they ripped him apart.
He screamed no more..
The chirping of birds brought in the mornings light.
Also brought the people back
Now untied
I walked back home, My son running on ahead.
We didn't look back.
His time to watch would arrive soon enough.
As I smiled at the thought.
I would have spoken up
To stop this madness
But a pact is a pact.
I watched the blood trail trickle from
where they had cut; Not deep enough
to send him drifting, That wasn't their place.
He looked at me;
The same look he gave yesterday
as we said our vows.
Dressed in white tux as he was now,
Though now stained at the front in red
They all left as the sun gave up it's last glint.
Just the two of us together.
I watched my son run on ahead.
Picking up sticks; Fighting imaginary beasts.
He didn't even look back.
He already understood the rules.
Darkness fell
The trees casting tall shadows
As the moon started to climb.
The tree I was tied to faced my beloved,
His tree showed the marks;
We were not the first..
Would not be the last;
Deep grooves made within the bark,
Dark stained over time.
His screams cut the silence deep
I didn't see them arrive
Five stood tall on two legs.
Seven foot
Wolf like
Demons of the forest we called them as children.
They howled in unison
A keening desired yearning kind of howl
The pungent smell of urine filled my senses as
Two of them emptied their bladders where they
stood in excitement.
They clawed at his flesh, Not deep enough
The shirt now ribbons of red hanging from his
screaming body.
With each scream they would howl deliriously.
One swipe and his intesines fell out.
As they too, Fell to the ground and feasted.
Still he screamed as I watched
Before they ripped him apart.
He screamed no more..
The chirping of birds brought in the mornings light.
Also brought the people back
Now untied
I walked back home, My son running on ahead.
We didn't look back.
His time to watch would arrive soon enough.
As I smiled at the thought.
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