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Nov 2019
Softly hear the crying voice,
Someone having no other choice,
Lurking in the darkness here,
Quiet all your haunting fears.

Where comes now the lonely one,
Living in darkness with no sun,
Waiting there to catch a soul,
It has the means and all control.

You smell the rotting body, too,
Can't really flee and what to do,
It's hunger deep when it will pounce,
All flesh devoured, every ounce.

What brings you there we realize,
You are the feast and now the prize,
Had no one warned to stay away,
You'll lose your hope and life today.

Your trembling body shaking so,
It comes to reap and now to sow,
It's history long and varied dark,
Reality comes so very stark.

It's breathing deep and louder, yes,
No one to help, you're like the rest,
A sacrifice demanding it's right,
You'll scream and shout this very night.

No weapons have you now to fight,
The darkness deep and there's no sight,
Now comes the last devouring sound,
It knocks you hard upon the ground,

The claws rip at your lovely skin,
Blood flows in spurts now and again,
With the loss of blood, you feel so weak,
The killing growing, here comes the peak.

It sees you helpless still lying there,
Without whim, without some care,
The beast walks crooked towards its lair,
Another victim so lifeless, it stares.

Avoid the dark and stay so sound,
Or, else you'll die upon the ground,
A mystical creature so lifeless there,
Awaits so silently within its lair.

Centuries-old, and centuries have gone,
The inhabitants sing the horrible song,
About a beast, flesh-eater they sing,
Will take your body and everything.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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