They materialized, out, from the tightly, nestled forest,
Unsure, of where they were, or even how long they were racing
To vanish, from the ravenous wolves, biting at their heels,
Salivating, as they feverishly sniffed, for the fleeing monsters,
Who were hastily trekking, through the frozen landscape,
A deeply chilling howl, pervaded the heavily shrouded silence,
And in that crippling cold, a phantom grip, around their racing hearts
Forced them, to increase their stride, sprinting down the snowhills,
Hoping to stretch the distance, between them, and their pursuers,
Yet, through their fatiguing muscles, they started to collapse,
Into an inescapable decline succumbing to its hypnosis,
Feeling the calm drift, settle overhead, in the lull of the cold,
Sinking, past the veil, dragged down into fright
Of their own creation, the architect, admiring his own nightmares
That slowly start to turn their focus, upon his own heartbeat,
Inching closer, with their sharp, outstretched claws
Directed at him, surrounding the fear, within himself,
And then he snaps back to the tundra, a monster, at the head of the pack,
Trapped in a panic, gusting further into the bleak
As a storm stampedes in, devouring their trail ahead,
But how far must they traverse this barren winter desert,
Before they can rest, upon the embrace of sanctuary,
Enveloped, by the swarming frost, their bones, tighten,
As they plow ahead, deeper, into the unknown fray,
Seeking shelter, from the blistering onslaught, and their trackers,
As they tuck, behind the whiteout, into a shallow indent,
Barely able to accommodate them all, they pile atop each other,
Submitting, to the groaning exhaustion, waiting out the storm,
Until that same stalking howl, suddenly disturbs the stillness
And awakens the leader of the pack, without his pack,
He was alone, amongst the vast white silhouette,
With soft winds, bringing forth, the echo of the howl,
Encapsulating him, in constant terror, from the monsters
He manifested, and that are now, terrorizing their creator
By following his weakening tracks, in the dense snow,
As the wisp of his breath, mixes in, with the frigid air,
Scans his surroundings, barely noticing dark figures in the distance,
Stuck, at the top of his throat, was his frightened scream
As their twitching approach, suddenly rushed forward,
With their elongated razor claws, aiming, to strike,
Nowhere to escape to, as his pack, are now the wolves,
Itching, to rip at his flesh, and taste the fright, he inflicted,
Surrounding him, as he collapsed, face buried into the fleece,
Slightly peers out, and finds the pack, has dissolved,
Instead, he saw a speckle of random color amidst the absence,
Got up and staggerdly crossed the path, to a rainbow shield bug,
As it sat, unafraid of the approaching monster,
Who carefully lifted it, from its cold nestle,
“You don’t need to be afraid of me, no one does, no longer,
There’s something much worse than, its the monsters, we uncage,
Those we created, within ourselves, to bring our dread
Into the circulating realm, to overshadow it, with horror
As we urge these beasts, to scratch at the walls of the unsuspecting,
Until we grow a shield, like you, my little friend,
One that we can protect ourselves with, from the other monsters,
Yet I remain vulnerable, to attack, from my very own construction,
Living out a terror filled sentence, in this rattling cage,
As the howl echoes, again in my mind.”
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