Wolf Hunter

Wolf spirit, in the dark of night, from behind a scene...tall as a horse, a great grey thing. We ran, like children...through nightmare land, hand in maw of slavering grin, We counting teeth, like bone white candles, set in jaw...our furry friend, melting in our skull.

As we said. The scene. There was a man, more dangerous far, we thought, who was our friend, but fear now...not; for there was the beast...in all. We awoke, with the stone cold gripe of an 'usher stone', about our heart, as we heard his name...spoke in her sleep...on the tongue of our mate.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016,  Deming, New Mexico

Art: Great Grey Wolf Sif, by LittleWalkinDisaster-deviantart.com