'Again'

[Konturo]

I a silver wolf stand in the stone clearing,
my silver coat glinting in the moonlight, like shattered glass.

The shadows gather around me,
a smothering fog erasing the little light left.

I jump aside and the shadows collapse onto each other,
in an avalanche of darkness, and dissolve into moonlight.

And then I run.
The shadows grab at me,
their fingers slipping through the air, and my fur.

It catches on their fingers,
like a glider flying through the trees.

I run through an arch, the rusty portcullis bent and broken,
and the light disappears behind me.

I snap at the light, trying to grab on, a climber falling down a cliff,
and I fall into the darkness,
Again.