The Bonehunter

The moonless night sky abandons the sleeping earth

As terrestrial elements cease for this night

Now a blood-red (last) quarter moon rises in this stillness

But in the distance it stirs and awakens...

This creature of gray scaled armour

With a tongue like flame and eyes of charred black holes

It's silhouette of leathery wings

Blots out the star-stream above

Jowls slather as it's hardened claws

They tear at the earth

A just, a drive, a want, an urge...

The colossus insatiable frenzy

Our creature pauses to stare away

Across to the eastern skyline

No more stars will rise this night

The coming dawn will never see...

Gathering its trophies

This bonehunters full awful glory

With wingspread full it swallows the night

And splits the faint twilight with flight

A hoary legend burned into memory

This creature of imagination...

But burial stone speaks with clear voice

Of a creature with gray scaled armour...