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SILVERMOONEYES


Under the crest of a silver moon a pair of eyes watched. Red as could be with the look of vain. What matter of creature would stare and at what? Why under a moon made of silver. Oh the eyes moved, took off like lightning. Under and over branches they went with precise accuracy through the tall grass they swept.
Why the hurry? The owner of those eyes would not see. Branches exploded, shattered in two, rocks flew too. Loud sniping bangs and pops could be heard through the shilling wind from the distance. Over a ledge and high up the eyes went, for awhile a bottomless pit, darkness from beneath could be seen, then, a quick stop they came, scratching and digging, Dirt and grass being torn from a ledge. Whimpering and whining, rumbling of the many footsteps, hard and squeaky.
The eyes, oh up they went, a yip. Left and right they looked, fast as they could. Forward again they went, but what ever was behind had made a hit. Distance and time started and soon delusion would set. The trees started blurring and becoming one. A weaving and swaying, thud off a rock. The eyes fell as the grass grew, then they were shut.
Seemed like days they opened, thunder and lightning stroke. Through steel bars and up high, the clouds fought and flailed, angry as hell. Still the eyes could see the silvermoon. So far away, but shown to stay. not storm nor cloud, tree or fowl could stop those eyes from starring with tears of red.
What! Could this be, the bars broke and many shards went through into the wall. Those eyes oh my, those eyes widened and larger they went. Red became a yellow here with fire too. A gruff Grrrrrooooowwl and ear shattering barks were heard. The door had opened.
As the eyes launched forward, screams and shouts, heard they were. Blood painted the walls, ceiling and floor, even in the eyes it were. Arms flung, heads rolled, Tom died too. Those so ever angry eyes moved to the door, sniff, sniff not that way for sure. They observed the walls, how thin they were. One large thud forward they read and the walls were no more.
Sirens went off and people scrambled running here and there. The holder of those eyes did not care. Down the dirt street, into the woods on fast feet they would fly. Run the eyes did, faster, faster over grass. Off a ledge they flew in the sky, not going to be dead. A far fall they had, in a river bed, how very sad. No, not sad, but very very glad. Splash splash, the eyes rose and away they go.
Following the river with the silvermoon glow, those yellow eyes went back to a red glow. Past the bend, around the mountain, oh how those eyes slowed. Fearful fright was over, even under cover. The silvermoon never left those sweet blood red eyes. This beautiful night would be known as “ SILVERMOONEYES ‘.