image from http://www.deviantart.com Howling for the soul sister to pass
Betrayal
The time drifted by slowly
There was nothing left
No way to measure the passage of time
Nothing but the slow drip, drip, drip
She let her head roll back
Resting lightly against the window frame
Outside she could see the moon
A blood moon, portent of bad tidings
The trees outside wailed their mournful sounds
And somewhere a wolf howled loudly
Joined quickly by the rest of the pack
Strange, but she had seen no wolves here
Not since she came so long ago
But it wasn’t that long surely
No, it only felt that way
But fitting somehow that they came now
Almost as if they could hear her coming
Drip, drip, drip -The only sound inside
The howling of the wolves outside
And an eerie feeling creeping over all
She was starting to feel cold
The mist curled from her open mouth
She should have brought a blanket
Made things much easier in the end
The cold climbed upwards
Through her arms and legs
Up from the cold floor, cold as the grave
Drip, drip, drip, the continuing sound
Fainter now the wolves were drawing nearer
Their howling more frenetic than ever
The moon climbed higher so she raised her head
Strange how heavy her head now felt
Drip, drip, drip, a cold wetness intruded on her reverie
The howling wolves must have been outside the window
Their howls so loud in her head now
As the icy cold reached her heart
She gave one slow sigh
The light dimming in her eyes
She could no longer see the moon
No longer hear the slowing drip, drip, drip
The only sound
The howling of the wolves
The dripping stopped,
The moon still rose
The wolves howled once more
A cry of pain and anguish
For a soul lost.
Alone in death
As she had been in life
Alone.
image from http://www.smscs.com The pack gathers to welcome one home
Blessings Susan x
© Susan Jamieson 2014
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