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