by jreinhart
craters
mark the sentence left to mystery –
black eyes staring from the snowstorm
twinkling empty promises to all
but the intrepid believers
pursuing their beastly author
if only to prove his existence
as civilization brought Grendel
to his knees and raised the digital
totem to ward off the legends
of footprints in the snow…
(originally published in Star*Line http://sfpoetry.com/starline.html)