The Awakening

Many times the clock goes round, sometimes the world hold still She can hear the tiny little drops coming out of the rusted tap blood rushing down her cheeks as it does every cloudy Friday popping veins throbbing like the anger of a fiery eyed monster Something he had never seen before, His heart pounded fast He knew this was the time, he could do nothing about it now She eagerly pounds on the cage waiting to see the bright light Awaiting her at the other end, She doesn’t belong in this place He pondered on what to do, to die by the sword of his creation Or to have his hand stained by the dark red blood of his very love feet growing bigger than her head, she was so thirsty for life before he could even think twice she was standing all over him shoulders pinned to the ground he could feel her very claws clasped to his shoulder blade, he knew this was the very end he could feel the chills as blood soaked his Milky white coat she couldn’t stop herself, some part of her knew him so well but another part just wanted to smell the stench of his death one more glance at it, he smiled as life sipped out of him Then came a new being ,one who rattled with great wrath This is the predicted time, The awakening of a new being.