Beast of Bodmin Moor
Out there are many ancient sites
And fear grows deep at the end of daylights
One hears loud scary cries
Among the primeval moor and buckeyes
To the beast identity this might be a clue
September was a month of beginning of world war two
It is also true
That September is a month associated with moor and this too is nothing new
Maybe it is a spirit of soldier who died
And to hunt those ancient sites would decide
But more likely it is as old or older than stones that on this site reside
And among those very stones it would hide
Imagine if you will
At twilight you walk up at moor covered hill
But something is stalking you not for food but for a thrill
Something that has instinct to kill and gives of a cry that bone can chill
The moor smells so sweet
But Imagine at distance of just few feet from where you sit
The eyes of giant cat like stars are lit
The eyes and teeth that monster befit
You feel lump in the throat as if you just swallowed your own soul
Around you moor is primordial beautiful and tall
This moor seems to have its own soul
And you wonder if it witnessed as the beast devoured its victims whole
The beasts’ eyes are bloodshot
Ready for onslaught
The beast is not just large cat it is spiritual juggernaut
And you are staring into fierce countenance of this juggernaut
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