The anthill

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The anthill



The moon it looms through dark clouds
Casting shadows on the dead leaves
The shadows dance in dark patterns
The grey wolf howls at the moon – the only companion

But wait! a dark light I see
Emerging out of nowhere
Is it an illusion or a dream?
I prick myself, I bleed, I know it’s real

A nerve-wrecking screech fills
the cold empty night - it seemed to come from beyond the anthills
that freezes red blood into blue ice
even the mighty brave would shudder

shaking and numb
I make my way through
the wicked thorns ,the black waters
and past the ant hills



the silence, it kills!
What just happened here?
the screeching wind settles down
to a soothing breeze

I look around
trying to recall what just happened
the emptiness here
something’s not in place

this night seems to have changed
the sky’s cleared
and the moon seems bright
the wolf ‘s gone silent

I walk back, cursing myself
I could’ve just looked at the moon
Crossing the anthill, I reach the place
where I watch the moon on lonely nights

wait! Why am I lying dead there?!



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