Thy wolf howled, and lurked through thy ominous shadows like caves with dark entreating entrances. Thy moon reflected its glint like natural light reflecting on watered pellets of silky leaves; past its sharp snake-like eyes.

It followed for some time as I walked through the forest of death, the trees... staring down like tall strangers in cloaks performing gothic alchemy, enrapturing their twines together like many-a-string that thereby entwines through follicles of spider's web.

It hopped onto a rock growling insidiously with each step, vision of death thou seeth... for what lies on path that doth not bring thee?

Along I walked this iceberg path, for then with sudden rapidity; a bear appeared. Its menacing teeth that oozed its slime, ready to tackle and tear into my arms.

It ripped and teared, lacerations ensued. The blood seeped out and flesh was consumed. The claws on my back, felt like scythes reaching down, its pointiest of tips seeping like a needle in a vein; crushing my bones and leaving nothing but cracks of railways like trains.

I lay and rest and listened to the owls. The bear and wolf disappeared without a howl. Left alone I stared at the starry night sky. Peace at last mayhaps stay here a while.

- Dreamer