BLACK PANTHER NIGHT

Into the darkening night he slipped
He slid. He gleamed the mean of
No polite glory. 
He knows you are there. At a whiff 
His whiskers turned. The scent of
Your stench was seeping through 
His air.  You are just near his lair.
Invisible in the gentle of his black
Night. The blackest nights were
His. His only. You. Are in his legacy 
Path. Passed that past unforgiving!
What was worse?!! Darker still grew
The night. But the moon provided
Light. You cry out with your last
Fateful fatal fleeting mortality 
Seconds before your reckoning 
Second guessing the deep 
Gleaming Black of jet DEATH!!

Your mind is blank barely there
For this feircesome ferocious fear.
He flares. He bares teeth of a
Conivore. The Black Panther leaps 
And snares. His teeth sink deep.
Your blood. It floods. Fright fades.
 It's OVER?!!

The clock chimes you awake with
Fright beneath your clammy 
Saturated skin. IT'S OVER AGAIN.
HahaNIGHTMARE!!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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