The Beast

The Beast It rose one dreary morning from the cavern where it slept unfurled its wings and took to flight across the countryside it swept. With ghostly eyes and blood-stained fangs from deep within its gullet came screams of torture, cries of pain sounds to drive a soul insane. It spread its evil through the land sustained by the fear of all mankind spurred to destroy what lay in its path not a body was spared its hate or its wrath. It ravished cities, towns, and villages seeped into their dreams and their daytime awaking it stole their peace and their well being and left them nothing but the sounds of their screaming. It quenched its thirst with the tears of the living filled its gut with the flesh of the dying stole the voices of the innocent and roared to them “your death is imminent.” It sunk its claws into their hearts plucked out their eyes and left them for dead Peeled back skin to expose their bones And danced with glee to the music of their groans. Back to its cavern it finally crept burrowed down to renew its strength resting there to patiently wait for poor lost souls to meet their fate. It will come again one dreary morn unfurl its wings and take to flight across the countryside it will sweep and in its path mankind will weep.