Quarter Sized Foe
Looming Doom
Horrendous Horror
Coming for me
Chasing after me
I take one step
It takes eight
I cannot out run it
I must fight
Fight this suffocating fear
With an Iron Will
I turn and face my opponent
And with a courage of the ages
I bring swiftly down bristled justice upon this monstrous abomination
A squelch peals the air as I deal injury to my foe
But alas my enemy is strong and loss of limb shan’t stop him
New tactics must be taken
I wield my weapon of wood and straw and scream ‘MOMMMMMY QUICK BEFORE IT GETS AWAY’
And with but a noble shoe my adversary was dead
Everything Halloween, 9/30/13
Copyright © Shawnee Doling-Tye | Year Posted 2013
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