Through my jagged eyes and mouth the light pours forth, flitting and flickering- casting obscure shapes and distorted shadows upon the terrain- providing just enough illumination for the awareness of my surroundings and the inevitability of what's to come.
I am at the mercy of insidious creatures plodding through the night- coming ever so close to trampling me. From the darkness they converge, trekking past my forlorn expression- shrieking and hollering for some pitiful form of appeasement and pittance, until they receive that which they came for. It is abruptly dropped in their satchels and into the blackness they diverge, never to be seen again.
The vile earth, I rest upon, is damp and chilled, as my only source of warmth emanates from a point deep within, singeing my innards and leaving a fowl odor to waft out my nose. If this source should diminish, I fear it will be my demise. I can only assume I have been cast out to fester and decay, once my purpose has been served. It is a race to find that which is to be ultimately responsible for my fate- the elements or the horrors of the night that taunt me. The dawn will soon tear through this ebony shroud, ushering in its own brilliance, and taking with it, my sole reason for being.