Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2016
The great big roar of the big horned beast
Fills the corridors with fear.
I cower in the corner, a feast
For a towering monster. Sheer
Terror fills my veins, my feet no longer can
Carry me. Pain, fear, tears, sweat
Move quickly past where they began.
The beastie poses a large-scale threat.
Teeth sharp as swords, breath hot as Hell,
I await my slow, painful slumber to come.
The big horned beast doth stop, his bones did jell,
And his visage disappeared, split at the rhumb.
And as I was running from my cruel twisted fate,
I came to see I had only to wait.
Casey Hamilton
Written by
Casey Hamilton  Earth.
(Earth.)   
384
   Aeerdna and Cecil Miller
Please log in to view and add comments on poems