The Sun dipped down underneath my feet,

the Moon tipping over my head

Moonlight covered the snow and the sleet

Sun’s shadows now darkness instead

Dragging my purchase through the cold slush

Looking for sharp eyes in the trees

No sound in here, not even a hush

Still I dropped low and crawled on my knees

The Sun was gone now, her leave complete

And the Moon stood fast in her stead

Steady I moved, through cold and through heat

Ignoring the buzz and the dread

But the buzzing got louder, the rush

in my skull grew prouder to meet,

MEAT.

The scent of it strong in the crush.

Crushing minds, crunching bones,

his leave complete

Abandoned his senses,

fight, flight and freeze,

the Moon tipping over his head

into much older senses,

the kind that frees

a man of the life that he lead

Gone is the man,

as the Moonlight drips over his head

Gone is the plan

as he buries his snout in the red

flesh rending, tearing, ripping, staring.

Staring at the prize at his teeth,

it’s all that has meaning

to this mind that is sharing

But somewhere inside I still sleep

While the night passes on, and the lunar ticks

know that soon she will come back once more.

I know I’ll wake in a raw stew of bits

He’ll take his leave, and she’ll take her’s

as I was promised so, so many years before.