He stares,
His hunger multiplying by the minute,
As he grasps my neck and throws me into the dungeon,
I can see myself through all angles,
He swallows me whole,
I fight back,
But the beast stood tall,
I stabbed him in the back,
Down he fell,
I can see myself clearly,
He isn't there anymore..but he's coming back,
I've got to be ready,
For all Evil.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrypoems. [READ PLEASE] i wrote most of this in the sixth grade. just saying.
