The Howling Crossroads

Just some late night fiddling with words. A propositional title of sorts: The Howling Crossroads.

The howling made by the wolf echoed throughout the empty dark field. Oh, how it’s ailing heart was fortuned with tragedy. For it ate the sheep from which the shepherd protected. The roads to redemption became covered with spikes and thorns. At the end of the field, the shepherd waits. He lurks into the depths of solitude searching for wolfs with fangs. The novelty in the wolf’s encounter, bound the wolf to witness his heart. The will to choose the sheep and die by the shepherd or choose starvation. His crossroad howled like a tempest. Taking the road of the carnivore, he threw the dice. Its heart bleed the field, darkened the night, and freed the land.