The Eye of the Beast

The cold hit me, it froze my soul The last gasp of air knocked from my body Down, down, down in some deep dark wet hole I was lost I was gone, there would be no more me. I opened my eyes and looked into known death The eye of a beast stared back. I knew that I was holding my breath Yet desperately trying to claw my way back. Its teeth the beast then did bare The jaws opened wide and it expelled The last meal devoured, how would I fare? The last of the air in my lungs I held. Bones and bodies of undigested food did surround My eyes open wide, fear did abound Was I to be the last meal of the beast? Was it on me that it was now going to feast? Prayers hurled through my jangled mind Thoughts of would any of my body they find My parents no funeral would they have for me As the meal of this beast I knew I was going to be. © GG 16/08/2103