The Cry Of The Wolf

That cold gray mist descends upon the vast vacancy that is this marsh landthe bugs with the birds and toads sing the songs in nature’s plan. The Wolf cries informing all creatures below the hunt as begone, The Pack ensures dinner will be served before the night is done. Blood and flesh mingle with brokenContinue reading “The Cry Of The Wolf”

The Beast Of Beauty

Lashing from a stinging sun sweltering neglected thirst, chills descend muted skies things would only get worst. Fear enforce the flanks of the forest’s floor then a feast, tooth’s in fangs meet claws in paws the eyes of a beast. Humidity in the steamy heat dissolve the herds’ resolution, while the group in the pack,Continue reading “The Beast Of Beauty”