I strangled the last Wolf
It had a curious look on its face
When it died
“No problem dude, it just Bidness”
I had become a weapon
For her
She gathered the wounded and urged them forward.
I stared at my hands
Knowing they would never be clean again
“Scarred man, we must move!”
“And the wounded who can’t be moved?”
“There is no time for tears!”
Her eyes flashed crimson
I heard thunder and the gongs of war.
“You have gathered too many who will feed and protect them?”
“You will”
She danced away
I gathered the mortally wounded child in my arms
As his Mother shouted barbs of hate
To that sadistic God
Who pretended he loved
Us
I sang a an old lullaby just before
I snapped his neck
His Mother wailed
And was dragged away
I killed the remaining mortally wounded
We were hunted
The Wolfs were the first wave
There will be others
More horrible creatures.
She was right
She was always right
No time for tears.
I left the killing field and entered
The forest
She was efficient
She already set up camp
“Scarred Man, we need food”
I wanted to scream and say
“No More!”
“I suppose you will have me stop the Sun in its tracks and part the waters next?”
“No… food is all that is required at this moment”
I could not deny her
She knew
We were intricately linked
She was Hope
I was Death
I counted the mouths
And went to hunt
She was paradox
She saved life
And
Took the Death of others
To her
In her
Her strength
Humbled me
“We must save who we can”
“But, too many will die”
“Before this is over.
The Death dreams occurred
Every night now
I wondered what form it would take
When it came for me.
I brought down an eight point Stag