Dojzschod

The rain have started to fall. A last embrace while the torrent stream down my cheeks. The wolfs draws closer. Their eyes stalking me from the trees. Circling around me, back and forth. Slowly stepping out in the open, howling. Stroking against the fence. One after another jumping over the fence. The last Lamb shiver in my arms. The circle is closed one and one they make a jump and take a bit after the lamb. There is no charge resolving in them ripping the lamb from my arms, tearing it to pieces. Just subtile nibbling, leaving the lamb bleeding, slowly dying. When Luna has left and the morning stands close all I've been left with is torment and a dead lamb sleeping forever on my chest.