Winter’s Hunger

Fading Moonlight drips down onto a winged creature.

The wings drape around like a black cloth over the figure.

Snow falls onto the creature, the black pushing the white out.

Pure and Bright.

Tortured and Broken.

The Creature breathes out to see its breath in the cold.

The Same Cold crawls up its legs to its torso.

Its talons and claws sharp against the skin of its prey,

It Struggles against the layers of snow.

Its eyes are pulsing, left, right, centre, up, down, centre,

Outwards, Inwards, pleading for life, for help.

The creature sees only an ocean of white in front of it,

Miles without colour, only the black night sky to look forward too,

It tries to scream out for help from another. To no avail.

The snow buries its body deeper.

The end is coming, the black shrouded out by the white.

Life, Memory, History, disappear into the night.

Knocked out of the sky like a dream or wish unfulfilled.

Warm-blood forever to remain in winter, still.

The creature’s wings beat furiously.

Unwilling to go without a fight.

In its last moments refuses to shout, to give its predator the satisfaction.

Passionately, it does try,

Spread out its wings to fly.

The cold snaps and seizes its heart, till it ceased, deceased.

No more. Thousands of moments, a unity of instinct,

The creature beats its wings once.

Steady rain turns to ice

And Winter takes another heart.

Shan is our Resident Drama King and Improv Fanatic. Along with training kids in acting or communication skills at Gaia, he’s usually wrapped around his beloved laptop, brewing up a storm with his writing.

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