Tick Tick Tick
The unseeing beat,
Beat, beat, beat
Continuous and incessant
The noise up-rose.

Tick Tock Tick,
The hand stroke 12,
Midnight’s crimson beast,
Blood red eyes, burned each time
Honed in on the red hood.

Tick Tick Tock,
The claws held a
hand full of golden lock,
Crimson tears stained the grasses
On the witching hour,
As Selene wept in the
Never-ending Night.

Image: Pack of Wolves by Jun-Pierre Shiozawa