The Fall Of Every Season - The Mammoth

As a creature of extinction, it had walked the earth, trembling the weak with its careless steps. Sharpened its tusks. Gathered his flock, skinless were led into winter. Only the mammoth survived the biting cold. Alone it reigned, trampling their bones. Unmindful on an empty windswept ground, it monstrously came marching down. To find new marionettes, something to sacrifice. But there, up on its back was a blind passenger. With rage it pulled its forefeet up towards the blizzard sky. Berserk, it dragged its head from side to side. Yet its unknown rider managed to hang on. For a moment tamed this monster.With growls of insanity it kicked and pounded the ground down, forming craters of anger. Still, its unknown rider managed to hang on. For a moment tamed this monster. Powerless, all it could do was obey. But its passenger was bewildered about which way would lead to her safety, and which way with life she would pay. The beast turned and mounted the top, towards its survival and her frostbitten death. The inevitable cold. Her whitening face. Inescapably destined to kill the lives it led. Massive, it controlled them. Their addiction, on which it fed. They failed to see that its conviction was of no mercy, of no good deeds. Gathered his flock, skinless were led into winter. Only the mammoth survived the biting cold. Alone it reigned, trampling their bones. All beings were its enemies. Could not waste its life on them. Was frightened when this one nearly steered its course. Knew not yet its course would come to an end. The mammoth laid her down. Its rider, its last victim. Fear now lit up in its eyes. Had killed the Innocence. Aurelia.