HORROR Poem: The Meteor of Red Thread, by Cassandra Cornejo

The trees shook and trembled
Dropping their winter coats in fear
Snow, now new mountains on the ground, create a wall
It melts
The water singeing as it touched the fallen star
Red and angry

Brown elsewhere
In that it’s like an eye
And maybe it is
The eye of God, or a God, or an Angel, or even a being we do not know of
But it must be an eye of something past the stars
Something that has the right to dictate fate
The crimson of the two young, known simply as
Cub and Kit,
Looks more related to the burning eye than to the bear and rabbit from where they came

The two
Separated and opposite
The eye in the middle to keep watch
The bear first to look at the sky
Ideas of night and day
-Irrelevant-

Screams to the cosmos

“Why!? Oh gracious evil universe!
Why have you done this to I, great Ursa Major!?
You have taken your own cub, the small Ursa Minor!
Great and ferocious was the fate!
Why!?”

The mother rabbit
Quiet as she was with all things
Thought in her head

“Oh cruel and unfair sky
I thank you for this moment of mercy
For giving such a fate to
My kit
The small suffer destinies much worse
I worship you for making it quick and painless”

Mother bear stares back at the eye
Mother rabbit runs away for mother bear
Is near