The Manimal
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A legend dwells in the polar biosphere of isolation,
In the frigid nomadic country of Siberia,
Within the forests of mighty Russia, this is the realm
Of the Manimal.
It waits in the night, lurking amongst the shadows
Of the mountains, hear its primeval screams,
Echoing through the deep valleys, it’s roaring
Sounding shock wave, creates an avalanche,
Which slams against the rocky hillsides for miles around!
It is a warnings decree, dare not enter into this
Baron waste land of ice and snow, for it belongs
To the unseen, the beast.
Alone canvas tent does so stand, as a
Testaments memorial, for nine brave souls,
Who lost their lives on these frost bitten hills!
Oh for their youthful hearts, whom believed
Themselves to be bullet proof, but realized too late,
That they were only human after all, and death can
Be found around any dark corner of reality!
Experienced hikers, natives to this harsh environment,
Prepared for calamity sake, except for the wild man,
The stalker whom followed behind them in the darkness.
Farther and farther, did these children of the remote go,
Into the forbidden zone of the unknown, hearing
In the distance braking branches, and low growling
Under tones.
The Manimal awaits thee, step forward to greet him,
And shake the clawed hands of death itself,
Glimpse his primitive fangs, dripping with drools
Anticipation, for a raw fleshes feast.
For this is a creature of instinctual desire, and you've
Entered into his sacred hunting grounds, humanity is now
On the menu.
You've should have known better my young friends,
Were you not of superior intelligence, nay in this icy
Jungle of the Manimal, he rains supreme, the highest
Predator on the food chain.
Torn apart, and left buried alive, this is a truthful legend,
On why, mankind should leave his curiosity at home.
Nine went into the wild lands of Siberia,
And none came out alive.
Alone canvas tent does so stand, as a memorial
Unto them, in this frigid land of ice and snow,
In the Polar Biosphere of mighty Russia, as the
Echoing screams of the beast, called the Manimal,
Awaits amongst the mountains shadows, hungry for
His next meals encounter.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Dedicated to the Nine Brave.
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Copyright © Cherl Dunn | Year Posted 2015
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