The air is still
But for the sound
Of beating wings
And a voice that carries
A whispered chant.
I look around–
I am part of the darkness
The sweeps the sky
And clouds the trees.
I run on instinct.
Branches claw my body.
Blood runs thick
From shallow wounds.
The beast grabs my shoulders,
Crushing flesh and bone,
Lifting me up into the sky
So quickly, I cannot scream.
It carries me where
The night wishes.
