Aren'T I a Beast
A little boy
Jumping stone to stone
On ones unforgotten path
He walks through the enchanted forest
That leads to his special little cabin
A dark figure emerges from the depths
He sniffs
He claws
He growls
Red stains of crimson
dribble and splat upon the gory scene
A little rabbit plastered in the dirt
A clump of meat simply embedded in mother natures earth
A sniff
A howl
A new scent for the prowl
The little boy he stands completely still….
The air filled of ones enthrallment
Of ones killing intent only pure….
The little boy he walks to a creek
The boy
He only stares
He’s under the trance of ones transfixed state
His eyes dull
The face of a beast
Of only crimson blood of red
Oozing
Along his cheek
He begins to smile
Aren’t I a beast
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