1450
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She
with
golden
eyes &
shadow-dark
fur s t a l k s
cobblestone streets
in the dead of winter
one f r i g i d January.
H o m e i s b a r r e n;
too few deer dwell in the forest
to feed such f e r o c i o u s appetites.
T h i s f i e r c e & f r i g i d J a n u a r y,
Golden Eyes have known
h u n g e r & d e s p e r a t i o n & d e f i a n c e,
& now they will know f e a r. Forty lives worth.
The time has come. The walls they built
brought c a t a s t r o p h e, but the walls have w i t h e r e d.
The pack has starved & the pack has learned:
prey can walk on t w o legs.
Every night of that f r i g i d January, she leads
them as they haunt & hunt the alleyways,
s p u r n e d by the scent
of warm flesh & cold d r e a d.
The city is s e i z e d in a chokehold
of blind t e r r o r,
it will not last,
(blood will spill on the steps
of our Lady of Paris)
but for now, Golden Eyes
& Dark Fur rule the
City of Light
one f r i g i d
January.
Brianna Muir