# 5 «The Shape»

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The heavy knock on the door
Jolted me out of my slumber

An eerie flicker from the burned down candle
A headache heavy as thunder

My sense of invincibility
Was about to be proven quite poor

When I realised next, in pure disbelief
That someone was there on the floor

I forced myself to stifle a scream
Hoping it was all a bad dream

The shape that I barely could see in the dark
It did not seem human at all

And just in that instance
As the door was knocked in

The ferocious creature roared

It could have been agony
It could have been pain

But one thing I tell you for sure

The attack was so brutal
So vicious and raw
Such violence, no man can endure

And still to this day
I shudder in awe

When I think about all those lost souls

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Webster's definitions:

Knock (to strike a sounding blow with the fist, knuckles or anything hard)

Flicker (to burn unsteadily; shine with a wavering light)

Invincible (incapable of being conquered, defeated or subdued)

Stifle (to suppress, curb or withhold, stop)

Shape (the quality of a distinct object or body in having an external surface or outline of specific form or figure)

Ferocious (savagely fierce, as a wild beast, person, action, aspect etc.)

Shudder (to tremble with a sudden convulsive movement, as from horror, fear or cold)

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