Halloweenish

The bloated moon hangs in the ebon skieslike a bloodengorged tick.
As I run, the branches tear at my flesh, leaving crimson lashes on my pale skin
My feet cannot carry me far enough, fast enough...
I fear for my safety, nay for my very soul. In the shadows, every sound is a symphony of terror.
Death is on my heels and I know not how to excape its feral grasp
And then I see it, the hate-filled eyes shine with the very flames of Hades
The beast has found me, And it hungers for my blood
Terror floods my entire being...
A flash of ivory from a foaming muzzle...
And I am lost
As the icy clutch of the reaper closes around my soul...
A blade...
A frantic slash...
The grace of the merciful gods
And the accoursed howl of the hunter-wolf
I would live to see another day, but the memory of that moon, the blood moon would remain aching like a long healed fracture on a stormy night..