Ill Met By Moonlight

Ill Met By Moonlight

Now, the final reckoning; I’ve crossed your fence, savaged my poor tamed cousin, dodged your bullets, cornered you in your shiny den. Can you match me, tooth for tooth, claw for bloody claw? I hear you Man, breathing sharp, ragged. I see you Man, pale, puny. You cannot hide from me. I smell your fear.

55 Words

@nickjohns999

This was written for 55 Word Challenge 28 over at Jezri's Nightmares

This piece got an Honourable Mention from judge Lisa 

Thank you Nathaniel Lee (Scattercat)