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.
Copyright © Cathy Strackbein | Year Posted 2021
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