Poetry

The Beast

The night did fall upon the grove—

dragging away the heaven glow.

Run and hide their beloved trove

fragile, afraid the wind will blow.

Within the thicket roused the beast.

A creature filled with endless greed.

Everyone wish would be deceased—

but time did tell, no beast could bleed.

The light all gone the beast can roam—

throughout the night, the beast will feast.

I am too far; I can't go home.

Time will tell if I need a priest.

I hid within, holding my breath.

I slink around within the dark—

depths as my eyes catch those of death.

My breath did shake, my soul did spark.