The Circle of Death

The Circle of Death

A high shrill moon
Swung precariously above the foul wood
As eerie screams echoed
Across the hollow hollering their
Inner turmoil to the heavens above

From within
The depths of the dank wood
Were cries of sheer panic and stark terror
Resonating like ripples from an epicenter of deep disdain
Which nestled deep within the ancient crater known as
The Old Oak

Shadows skittered upon the diseased mass
Known as the ground
Which was yellow and decaying amidst the fleeing feet
Who ran from the Stealer of Souls
Trying to escape the phantasm fate
That befell their former comrades

The stars fell
Across an eternal horizon
Calling out to the fallen
Weeping heavens for their loss
And urging the breathing to flee
Or die trying

pound-thud-Pound-Thud-POUND-POUND-POUND-!!POUND!!
The struggled labor of breath strangled within their throats
As the chase drove them on to exauhstion
Endorphins raged within the Thermal driving their chase for life
Beyond the limits of their capacity

The hiss of death sighed through every
Breath the night exhaled into the craven canopies above
While threatening shapes shrieked and dive-bombed those who danced
To the beating of their hearts under the shadows of twisted limbs and knots
Which seemed to spin a spindly web across the sky
Dazzling their terror and driving their flight for survival even harder

The wolves howled in delight as an ominous shadow
Rose from the roots of all evil and drifted across the moon
When at once an icy chill of terror gripped the Earth and
A permafrost of evil dripped from the jaws of Nature's Demons
And covered the flesh with the poison of the Original Sin

As the night swallowed the fallen moon
So did the Stealer of Souls swallow the dreamers
And the cycle of death swung full circle once again