Written by Jason A. S.
Started: Friday, November 27, 2015 at 1:00AM
Ended: Sunday, December 6, 2015 at 3:07PM
“I suppose you’d be wanting for a once upon a time, in a place from long ago. But the who, what, where, how and when don’t exist; only the moment does.” – Jason A. S.
Through the trees,
And the leaves,
Lived only a creature,
It didn’t see the clouds for the sky,
It didn’t burn from the fire,
It didn’t cry from the sound,
Born not of flesh and bone,
But thought and desire.
It breathed swirls of nocturne,
Etched in azure,
With eyes that screamed in silence,
like amber ablazed,
Its hair was of silver fur,
Its howl was horrifyingly pure.
Nameless was it,
So such hunger and fury,
Born to be,
Because that’s what we made it to need,
The rivers that flow,
Were but wakes left by its agony,
Leaving dread born by its worry seed.
It never meant to make you scream,
It never want to make you weep,
It never dreamt to be condemned,
Yet that’s what we taught it to obey and listen.