domingo, 19 de junio de 2011

Red Full Moon

The wolf that lurks in the darkness waits for his next prey. Pants and howls are heard in the full moon night, everyone can hear it but anyone can’t manage to see it.
As red as blood, his eyes shine as rubies of anger and lust. The steam that comes out of his mouth assumes the fire inside. Certainly, there is a hell inside him that calls for souls, flesh and bones.
He arrives to the city of light where the shadows are even darker. He arrives late at night to catch an imprudent nightwalker. Poor! The one chosen by the wolf, he’ll find terrible end between the fangs of that criminal monster. Poor! The ones saved because the minutes to their deaths are only getting longer.
Finally he found his victim, a naïve youngster. She tried to escape, but by the time she’d noticed, it was already too late. She only smelt his fetid breath approaching to her neck. And he only turned all her white immaculate clothes into tainted scarlet red. The wolf has done his job again.
There’s no a bit of pain in the heart of the beast. There’s only a frenzy of beats and another blood running through his veins.
He howls one more time at the red full moon and then he starts all over again.

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