The Skelhorn Beasts
Beware the wretched claw that reaches
Openly outstretched on gangly arm
My personal space it breaches
Consciousness trips the alarm
Aphotic fear rears its hooded head
Snaking up my spine
Forked tongue sputtering dread
Propagating throughout like vine
Sparks zap with ascendance
Bumps rise, hair stands to attention
Malice is in attendance
This feeling they forgot to mention
Bowels warmly rumble
Shivers ignite and shake
The Legs about to crumble
My spirits about to break
You didder back
It cocks its head
Soon to attack
Soon I'll be dead
A tilt from its leftwing
Its worst than first thought
Out screeched its offspring
I've lived my life for nought
Not a scrap of honour
For fighting the beast
And above all any valour
That may have been now ceased
I am food for the young
Some practice for the kill
My scream is their song
This excites their thrill
My body is pierced
The blood they begin to drain
Their squawking is fierce
And on comes the pain
Followed by fury
With anguish it blends
No judge or jury
Would condemn
Except myself who ran from her
Into this mess
Now life's beginning to blur
She did know best
I was coming back
Now she'll never know
As these creatures hack
With giant long beaked crows
There'll be no evidence left
My bones they crunch
I die bereft
Yet on they munch!
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Poetry Shmoetry! ~ Various Poetry ~ by PJ Perry
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