Like a worm it inches
The squirming and scratching.
It never falters or flinches
Hands undoing the latching.

Scratch scratch, tap tap.
He calls out my name.
Pound pound, rap rap.
I am the one to blame.

The sights and sounds
Strange yet familiar.
From under all mounds,
Far from the bright star.

I hear its pleas for help.
Scrape scrape, pound pound.
The silence of the whelp
Knock knock, No sound.

Around every corner,
In the darkest places,
The shimmering black fur
Hiding grotesque faces.

Scratch scratch, crumble crumble.
The tongue begins to lap.
Fall fall, tumble tumble.
I can feel its bones snap.

You sit there, dressed in red.
But it was all in good fun.
I listened to what you said.
One can not change what's done.

Hunt hunt, stalk stalk.
You shall never be found.
Tick tick, tock tock.
That insufferable sound.

The men in black noticed me
Blended well into the night.
They come to end the spree
And bring me to rooms of white.

Rock rock, cackle cackle.
This forced eternal hug of mine.
Run run, tackle tackle.
My last rays of sun now shine.

I spot your face in this madness.
Never shall I suffer from sadness.