#drawcembercryptid

“Waxing, waning. The seasons pass, giving way to warmth, and cold in turn. The night relents to dawn and the dusk embraces darkness. You could chase the light, be a fool like I once was, drawn to that flame. I wouldn’t judge you for it. A fox does not judge a hare. Predators do not often stop to put themselves in the mindset of their prey.”

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“You’re kidding. It costs how much these days?” The rabbit nodded its head slowly and spoke in soft murmurs and squeaks to the pair of interlopers. “That’s a departure from what the timeline prediction assessment outlined. We will have to make corrections. Thank you for your continued service.” They left the rabbit there, and gracefully walked into a different era.

Ahead, you see on the way every step now behind you. Keeping to the path you view. I follow you on the way, trailing shadow seen behind you. Keeping on my path to you.

Look upon me, mother. I’m everything you ever feared I would be. You may have attempted to smother me, to keep me down, but that only forced me to do the one thing you couldn’t. Flourish. I will always love you.

The Leeds child, hours old, cowered at our presence. Completely transfigured, it bore no resemblance to the babe it had once been. The midwife let forth a wail of horror at the sight of it, and this set it off to claw upon the walls of the room we had entombed it within. Halting only for fraction of a moment, it gave one last look to the cold stare of Mother Leeds, she who had brought it to this world, before the thirteenth child flew up the chimney to the unforgiving night.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum, please do not eat my family. O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum, we run from you for safety.

Trees through snow, trees through snow; passing on through woods alone. Hunter walks the path, so quiet. All to take the dead wood’s prize. Death is coming at frightening size.