Black Jungle

The stars.
The sky.
Nothing else.
Emptiness
looks down upon me
through the thousand eyes
of other planets.
The world is a
negative.
I look about,
pearls of sweat trickling
down my brow,
drowning my eyes in
confusion.
An animal screams,
waking
the hair on my spine,
draping me in a blanket of icy
fear.
The flutter of bat wings
rapes the silence of the night.
An owl hurls a scream
into my ears.
The trees, like me, shiver,
though the wind tries to soothe us
with its caress.
Life underground
stands still. Quiet
wolves,
silent marauders,
tiptoe through the bushes
cunningly,
seeking their prey.
They will find me soon,
I realize nervously.
The moon reflects all
shadows
in the paths undercover,
indifferent
to my need for clarity. Suddenly
a ribbon of light appears between the branches of an elm.
I sigh. I am master now.

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