Withered Beast
Rising tall
in the thicket,
cresting with
force nestled
behind matted
fur and eight
fresh gashes
scabbing
firm,
the elder
intimidates
with rattling
force only
guttural
pronouncements
designed to
instill fear
or
spark
resolve,
pivoting
an element
of battle that
shatters poise.
Copyright © John Weber | Year Posted 2010
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