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With Military Precision

By Magic Bellmore, Queen of Chaos

With Military Precision

The shimmering, glowing moon cast it’s light down onto the ocean,
The radiant, white orb surrounded by a glowing halo of light,
Projecting its brilliance onto the inky surface below.

The dark rippled water shone with a metallic sheen,
As though made from molten lead,
Smooth and calm as though made of glass,
Dark twisting shapes gliding beneath the midnight surface.

Slowly and surely little white fairy lights start to peek out from behind the drifting clouds,
Little white clusters of stars, strewn across the inky raven sky,
The smoky silhouette of the great white swan blots out stars as it glides effortlessly through the air,
The eerie howl of the mighty wolf shatters the silence with its bone-chilling melody,
Sleek, sly shadows prowl around the edges of my vision,
Softly growling, eyes glowing bright,
a vixens scream draws their attention away, but weep for it could not last,
padding forward on swift and silent paws,
the alpha breaks the circle,
lip curled, teeth bared this is not a friendly visit,
I freeze on the spot,
Uttering a soft growl, the alpha commands his army with military precision,
The pack crashes into the clearing snarling and snapping,
Surrounded by soldiers I am unable to escape,
I struggle and fight it for as long as possible,
But with a quick snap of his jaws,
I am gone with the breath of wind,
My soul sinks to the world below.
 

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