There's a creature stirring beneath the trees
Shifting among the leaves
A love-drunk beast perched upon the ease
Baying in the moonlight
Too petrified to speak I stand frozen
Helplessly watching as the beast turns towards me
Seeing myself in the monsters eyes
The air feels heavy with the stench of loss
With every step comes the angel of death
Piercing my soul with an icy stare
Glaring at me, carefully examining me
Slowly his demeanor starts to change
I begin to recognize his familiar eyes
He hesitates & hastily turns away
Escaping into the starry night
Never to be seen again.
Poet: Skyy Allen
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