Wolves with Red Eyes
As he runs through the forest,
Covered with a dense gray,
Evil mist,
That obscures everything
But the trees-
And what is chasing him-
The glowing, red eyes
With viscous intent
Towards only him
He comes across
An abandoned city
The hungry wolves
With the glowing red eyes
Chase him across the city
Nothing but
Tall skyscrapers
Decaying from time and abandonment
Surround him
The wolves’ chase him right through
The decaying city streets
The only colour that surrounds him
Is light brown
And the streetlamps
Near him
Giving off a green light
To illuminate
The decaying road
In front of him
As he runs towards it,
Bits of green
In what is otherwise
A dead brown
Standing before him,
A figure in a black dress
Startles him
He can’t see her face
He only sees a black shadow
Where her face is supposed to be
It makes him uneasy
He doesn’t know what she is thinking
Or feeling....
The black dress blows in an imaginary wind
Then blows in a real wind,
As he begins to feel cool air
All around him
A red rose
Falls out of her hand
And blows away with the wind
The rose stuck in her hair
Stays in place
Red amidst
The colours of black,
Green,
And brown
Her skin is pure white,
Though covered with a brown dirt
This almost makes her skin
Blend
Into the environment
She stands there, in front of him
A distance between the two
He struggles to look at her more,
From the distance he is at,
But he strains his vision
And he can see nothing
But her blackened face
It makes him too uncomfortable
He feels his vision slant
From looking at her
He feels his vision redirected
To the red-eyed wolves
Running from behind her
Appearing on the horizon,
Running towards him
Nothing but a giant area
Of hollow, brown skyscrapers
Surround him
The endless stories,
Broken windows,
And rotting stone,
That makes them stand,
Acting like a complex prison
That traps him and her
Inside its endless building maze
He runs into an alley,
To escape the wolves chasing him,
Deciding to abandon her,
Hoping the wolves don’t catch her
And she doesn’t wind up dead
Because of his neglect
The alley is a maze
Of gravel, pipes
And machines
That no longer function,
Rusted with brown and red,
The paint peeling off
Above him, a rusted staircase stands
A staircase that leads only
To the darkened roof
On the building it belongs to
Green light shines on the staircase,
Removing much of its darkness
He feels a sliver
Of green light hit him
It feels cold,
Colder than the wind
That is blowing
Colder than the alley itself
He runs towards the end,
As the trash blows
And the wolves’ eyes glow
As they chase him
He reaches the end
A decaying wall blocking his path,
Far above his head
In the distance, he sees the girl
Standing on the rooftop
Of one of the highest buildings around
The wolves are chasing her,
Their gray bodies a blur
And their hair standing up straight
Like needles
She stands,
Her long, black hair
Obscuring her face,
On the edge of the roof
Barefoot,
Molding the bare skin of the bottoms of her feet
Onto the rooftop concrete
The only indicator
That made him realize
She was there
Was the black dress
That still flows behind her,
The rose in her hair
The sole red thing
In a land of
Dull decay
And green light
He runs closer,
Climbing the staircase,
In the alley,
Until it stops in darkness
And he arrives
On the short building’s roof
He wonders where he is,
His gray hooded sweater
And its drawstrings
Blowing in the wind
As his hair blows along
With the wind
His blue jeans
Are covered with green light
And the dense,
Brown air,
Making the jeans look like
They are brown and green,
Covered with bits of yellow
He can see the girl’s face
Clearer now
She is clueless,
The expression on her face
Showing confusion and exhaustion,
Yet she stands on the edge....
And begins to fall,
Like a straight, unflinching board,
Her body unmoving,
Like it has been petrified in one position
Her black dress flows behind her
A giant mass larger than the girl
She falls off the roof,
Her rose coming out of her hair,
Falling into the empty brown mass
Of buildings below
And falling into the green light
Of streetlamps
That make up
What surrounds
The decaying road
Far below her
He sees her body
Fall into the middle
Of the area
Falling slowly....
Slowly....
Slowly....
As the buildings
Surround her
And hold her in
Her path downwards
The endless brick and concrete around her
Creating her prison walls
It would appear
That she is falling
To her death
The dense,
Brown sky
Growing wide and all-encompassing,
Spreading out
All around her
He sees the red-eyed wolves
The eyes glowing with hunger
Appear behind her,
On the rooftop she fell from
The red of the glows
Is the only thing that stands out
In this world
Her rose is falling with her
Nearing the ground faster
Then she is falling
He sees her get closer....
Closer....
Closer....
To the ground
The wolves are now attracted to her
They have all gathered
On the rooftop she was on
Too many glowing red eyes to count,
All standing on one single rooftop
Soundless barks and snarls,
Directed towards her,
As the wolves’ faces distort
She nears the ground,
Her eyes closed in peace
He sees the green light
Make her hair green
For a brief moment
A streetlamp,
Producing light,
That she is falling under,
Going to land
Upon it’s green, circular glow
On the rotten ground below
The brown of the ground
Surrounds her
Her hair flows behind her
A beautiful mass
Flowing up into the air
Individual strands
Separating
And spreading out,
Her rose falling in front of her
Before she falls flat on the ground,
Her body a few moments before impact,
He feels time slow down
As she and her rose barely hover
Above the dirty ground
With the green light cast on it
Serving as her future gravestone,
Or grave marker
The wolves jump after her,
Descending and falling through the air,
From high above her
They viscously anticipate eating her,
As she turns into a corpse,
Their glowing eyes disturbing
The dense,
Dull colour of the air
Around them
They fall
SLOWLY....
SLOWLY....
SLOWLY....
With her,
The empty buildings around them
Now serving
As their decaying prison walls
Decaying prison walls
In the form of a circle of rusted, red metal
And gray, brownish concrete
But she never hits the ground....
Closing her eyes peacefully,
With a smile on her face
Before she lands,
She stops so close to the ground,
She can barely stop herself from touching it
Her face
Almost laying upon the rough road
Almost able to smell
The decaying scents on it
Her rose lands under the green light
But then she fades slowly....
Still smiling peacefully with closed eyes,
Shut off from the world that surrounds her
As do the wolves above her....
Still with a thirsty hunger in their glowing eyes,
Waiting for their corpse meal that will never come to them
And she never hits the ground below her
Her rose is what did,
Red in the middle of green
Confused now,
He jumps off his rooftop
Into the dense,
Decaying urban maze below....
Hoping that he will be able to
Eventually find a way out
Of this thick and mechanical maze
Of dying buildings
And a decaying,
Brown road,
Now far below him,
That beckoned him
To jump towards it
And become a prisoner
In its surroundings
Of rusted metal
And peeling paint,
Against its dense,
Suffocating dull
And drab
Brownish, rotting sky
Until he hits the dying surface,
And the city finally does end....
For him....
And....
The girl....
He saw....
Or,
It will
CONSUME THEM
Whole and completely,
TOTALITY....
To both their ends
They were now experiencing
Together....
And close together....
With each other....
Even though....
He was now alone....
Without the girl....
With the predators
No longer chasing them
Anymore....