The First Full Moon Part 2

This is dated April 11, 1898.

I open my eyes and wake up on the cold ground
The woods that surround me not making a sound
The scent of blood stains the air
I try to stand up but it's too much for my body to bare

The sunlight breaks though the holes between the trees
As I try my hardest to get onto my knees
My entire body is covered in dried blood
My hands and feet are lost in layers upon layers of mud

I try to remember the night before
As I look around me at all the torn bodies, blood, and gore
I can hear off into the distance the sound of dogs howling
The sound of men's voices barking

They draw closer still hunting what they call a beast
But all they will find is the leftovers from his human feast
The mangled bodies of what used to be their fellow men
I watch their faces twist in pain seeing what their fates could have been

I watch them carry off what's left of their dead brothers.
Going to bury them with all the others
I her their foot steps on the dry Fall leaves slowly fade away
Signaling me to get up and run giving me a chance to live another day

My mouth tastes like copper from all the blood I spilled
As I was myself clean of those many men I have killed
I stumble my way home hoping to somehow wash away the screams
To somehow prevent me from hearing them later in my dreams

I wash away all the dirt and grim, staring into the mirror looking at the man it reflects
As i get dressed for their funerals to pay my last respects.