The sounds of the hover cars zipping past the ancient buildings startled Larry. He yawned, and slowly rose to his feet. It was another boring day of sweeping, and cleaning up the old building chimneys. Larry was an only child, but he had other siblings who his parents had raised from the time they were left on the farmhouse doorstep. He never figured out who, or why someone decided to leave a box of little young newborns by the door. His parents had loved the lil squirts like their very own. Larry of course had been instructed to keep watch over them. That he did from the first day they had arrived on the doorstep. Larry had watched his siblings like they were his own, and he would do anything to make their dreams come true. That is why he decided to work extra hard, even at the expense of his own schooling.

Larry stopped in his tracks, and stared at something that was glowing with a sinister dark scarlet hue not too far from where he stood. He timidly approached the glowing object, and as he tried to pick it up from the ground, he heard a voice begin to chant:

Underneath the glow

Of the first blood moon

There a hunter will be born

Who will be stronger than a crow!

From the ashes of Morgana

The two will fuse

This is not a ruse

Oh hail Morgana!

You can not hide

Come on lad

After many eons now

She will not lay low!

Larry fell onto his bottom, and panicked. But before he could run away, something pulled him back. His spine bent backwards, and his whole body then twisted about like a pretzel. His blood vessels glowed a bright scarlet red. Larry’s spine bent back into place. His jaws extended revealing a set of carnivorous razor sharp teeth. Larry felt a lot of pain as his skull changed, too.

His tongue picked up an assortment of new scents. His nose as well had become obsessed with a strong honey like smell which he soon followed. He howled into the blood-moon night.

Later in the late morning as Larry prepared to get ready for work, he woke up in a pile of different sized dead bodies. Larry screamed, and then gasped. He felt tears stream along the bridge of his nose. He could not bear staring into the set of all his siblings eyes. What would he tell his parents when they got back from their business trip?

He heard a laugh coming in from his mind. Larry felt like tearing his own head off his shoulders. He ran, and ran until he came across a pond. When he stared into the water, an unfamiliar face stared right back at him. It smiled showing off its razor sharp wolf teeth.

#CORVUS.

11.04.2025

I've a little streak of madness

That pops up time to time

Says, never kill a spider

They've got a shared hive mind

They all know if you murder

A member of their kin

Collectively they'll hunt you

Seek justice for your sin

And sometimes I quite fancy

That sunset's just for me

A gift from mother nature

To fill my heart with glee

The indigo and peach tones

Are painted in the sky

So breathtakingly gorgeous

It makes me want to cry

And oft when I go shopping

And everyone's there too

I have a little secret

That my mother used to do

She'd shut her eyes and whisper

That victuals need be got

And ask the parking angels

For the best darn parking spot

On days when I'm cast adrift

And nothing much makes sense

When the world is really passing mad

And my body is quite tense

Well, then I read a Tarot card

I shuffle up the deck

And search for timely guidance there

Because really, what the heck

And when I glance at walls and posts

I often see a face

With mouth and eyes staring back

From that unmoving place

In tree trunks, wall sockets, couches

They seem to look at me

And it always makes me wonder

What exactly do they see?

I've a crystal in my car

That my mother placed inside

And it always gives me comfort

Every time I need to drive

She told me I'm protected

That she'd looking out for me

And nothing bad can happen

While it dangles from the key

I've many peccadilloes

These are really just a few

An insight to my madness

And the strange things that I do

It's funny as I scoff and laugh

At loonies every day

But really I'm no better

I'm just as weird as they

Why do you wear that crazy hat?

People stare at me because I'm different.

How are you different?

And what does that have to do with the hat?

I'm the blacksheep on this bus.

You see i have an illness and some people stare at me.

So I figure by wearing this hat it seems it's legit for people to stare at me.

Here try it on for a few minutes.

What do you notice?

People are staring at me.

Yes,but if you take it off,the stares will go away.

If I take it off,it will seem more people are staring at me.

That's why I wear that hat.

Tipped to the side, hair twisted and spun, dangling over open air as careless eyes stared on.

Couldn't have had a thought further, a sympathy, or touch of empathy for those on the other end of the spectrum.

She could raise her hand, and in mere seconds, it could be claws, sharp as fillet knives, cleaving through meat and bone without a second thought. Fur that spread up human flesh that gave off the appearance of a beast far from anything man had ever perceived. Seen. And if her world would have it any other way but hers, anything that knew she or it existed would be wiped from the Earth's plains far and wide, never to utter a word.

"Funny," she said, mentioning how fond it felt, watching all the words and excuses bleed away, because if anything was going to be gleaned from this one interaction is that nothing would be left behind. Nothing but the smear of what seemed to have been, but hardly where it went.

And in this instance, you might have never known her to ever be human, but a madness had to have creep in silently, departing her from the thoughts of man, donning the appearance of a beast and giving it a stage to perform.

Because here, in a place where a thing that resembled both man and wolf ate humans without so much as a blink.

Good evening fellow ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the feast.

The place where all things go to be devoured.