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...