Meat for the Stones

Meat for the Stones  
 
Cobblestoned scales ripple over the serpent's skin serving as headstones of an antebellum past  
 
I run to dodge the bombardment of hailstones camouflaged in charcoaled mist  
 
The wind plays tag with me and catches its prey,  
She pushes too hard  
And I am sent careening across slickened stoic skin  
 
A warm crimson trail starts at my nose and is diluted by the rain as it meanders through the crevices of each flake  
 
I hear howls of laughter in the wind at my demise  
Vibrating street signs chortle along  
at the cruel joke that is me, fallen and drenched  
 
I stand to see a few  hunkered in doorways as if to play hide and seek  
They've lost in this folly too for they're lashed and taunted for not finding safer haven  
 
Briny whispers breach the sea walls and waft o'er head  
I can taste the salt now mixed with the blood  in my mouth  
 
The sky is kindled and all is  illuminated for a nano second  
An accompanying baritone roar staggers me  
 
I knock pitifully at a stranger's door  
My doleful eyes and reddened spout the cost of admission  
 
 Presented in the STORMY NIGHT challenge hosted by Khy Katastrophe