Running With the Moon

Prologue

The crickets creak with the croak of bullfrogs,creating a gentle lullaby. The wind softly blows,the trees leaves rustle,blood drips. Just another night,but where's the moon? Today was going to be a full moon,yet I only see the lights of fireflies. Even if I cannot see the moon,i see the sky,with it's many stars speckled across the darkness. Sometimes I can see the stars shape brilliant shapes of wolves playing. One wolf smaller than the other. this might be the last time I look at the night's sky,i can feel my life force draining,but at least I can die feeling safe under the dark sky.My small hands reach out to the moon that is not there,then cough painfully,blood falling from my lips,a lone tear rolling down my cheek,i hope to see the wolves when I go to the sky,i hope to see the moon,i hope I see the starry blackness.Before I close my eyes for the last time I see a wolf with fur as brilliant white as the stars of night,its light soothing me into a forever sleep,flames blur the edge of my vision.