Thebeast

The Beast Terror Awaits my heart As the beast stalks the night pining after my soul. Feeling myself with fear. I say to myself that I must be gone from this place I no longer deserve my breath. Tears streaming down my face as it’s claws grip my throat. A crow cries out on this chilled night. “Has my time come, is it now?” Swayed by the whistling wind in the weary land sleeps. My soul trapped between life and death. Pondering life’s meaning. As the sun rises in the East bringing the dawn of the new day. The beast hides in the shadows till he comes out to play again.