The fight

Dreaded cold spreading slowly,
frowning clouds soaring high above,
howling owl flying tween the trees,
darkened sky, the embrace of night.

The wrath of wind biting in the flesh,
the chill of snow, melting on the skin.

The muscles straned, the heat's abeat.
A guardian lone in the company of night.

The great beast, creeping hungrily.
A crying child, sobbing close behind.

Knuckles clenched, the shine of metal.
Weight of hopes, weight of life.

A beam of light; sharp, baren teeth.
The thirst for blood and a snarling deep.

A running form, so great and big,
Shining eyes, so cold and sick.

A shaking hand; shivers stiff,
Impending doom; too soon, too soon.

A woman's cry, shril and dry,
cutting like a knife,
reminding of meanings lost.

A jump so vast,
a fight so brief,
yet pain so strong...

The ground is firm, cold and still,
the beast has fallen, the man alike.
A cry of pain, a woman's cry.
A smile of hope, the smile of man.