The Wolfen

Hunger lay dormant until the rains whisper and the riders take to woods unable to smell unable to hear their approach it is not their ally horses react too late and are easily overcome they are the first meal of the wolfen while the men flee in disarray blinded by fear praying that the horses will satisfy their hunger blood vessels in their eyes surge with the smell of human they have cornered their victims exhausted in their armor knowing it is useless to fight they open their throats rather than be eaten alive the wolfen hurry before the blood runs dry the thunder rolls and the rain is heavy as they eat covering the sounds of snapping bone and ripping flesh they each savor their meal only briefly with a howl towards the moon return to the thick trees and await the next night that brings sweet, sweet rain

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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