Stone and snow cluttered forest.
Full, yet desolate, save for two
beings of likeness. Two souls
wander, hunting, reaching, longing.
Quite footfalls prowling fast.
Unheeding, marking glass.
Spruce filled, pine tilled
needles stab, limbs grab
shadows roll o're pitted ground
Stiff shoulders, shuffled breaths
shaking knees, stuttered steps.
Darkened sky's reveal steel blue eyes.
Stopping, staring, sizing,
STOP.
Sturdy pilose limbs
locking monstrous paws.
Striding, slowly transcending
lunar land like carcasses.
Stories shared, no worlds spared.
Spectral light scans the forest,
gasping, reaching
shaking the world awake
And everything was still.
Snow subsides, souls divide
Tracks are ebbed away.
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Amarok
Mystery / ThrillerA large mythical wolf that preys on those who hunt alone. In this story, a small boy decides to challenge the Amarok in his domain, the Wapheton Forest. In the following chapters I included the original poem that inspired this incredible tale. This...
