Bestial
Just an interesting idea I had at school one day for a poem. Kind of like a nightmare...Or is it? Have fun. :]
I hear crashing
Along with flashing.
Dark crimson everywhere.
I start to stare,
What happened here?
One more dare,
I don’t really care.
This will be easy,
Nobody can stop me.
But still, what’s the crimson?
I sneak up the stairs,
Fear raises my hair.
Lightning and thunder
Will just keep up their blunder
Too dark to see clear.
Creaks with every step,
Seeing every breath.
Open a door,
Looking at the floor.
Some scarlet paw prints.
I look up and freeze,
Feeling now a breeze.
Gleaming green eyes,
They seem to sever mental ties.
Inwardly, I shiver.
Matted dark fur,
Now it’s a blur.
Long sharp claws,
Along with gaping maws.
Something pierces my throat.
Ripping and slashing,
I begin thrashing.
Blood drips down my neck,
A snarl as it wrecks.
Claws dig at my stomach.
With a scream, I sit up in bed.
I sob and shiver, though I’m covered in sweat.
My vision is blurry,
I awoke in a hurry.
My hand comes up and touches my neck.
The tips of my fingers come away red,
With a start I see I’ve bled.
I look at the window,
Curtains fluttering in the wind.
The beast has fed.
Along with flashing.
Dark crimson everywhere.
I start to stare,
What happened here?
One more dare,
I don’t really care.
This will be easy,
Nobody can stop me.
But still, what’s the crimson?
I sneak up the stairs,
Fear raises my hair.
Lightning and thunder
Will just keep up their blunder
Too dark to see clear.
Creaks with every step,
Seeing every breath.
Open a door,
Looking at the floor.
Some scarlet paw prints.
I look up and freeze,
Feeling now a breeze.
Gleaming green eyes,
They seem to sever mental ties.
Inwardly, I shiver.
Matted dark fur,
Now it’s a blur.
Long sharp claws,
Along with gaping maws.
Something pierces my throat.
Ripping and slashing,
I begin thrashing.
Blood drips down my neck,
A snarl as it wrecks.
Claws dig at my stomach.
With a scream, I sit up in bed.
I sob and shiver, though I’m covered in sweat.
My vision is blurry,
I awoke in a hurry.
My hand comes up and touches my neck.
The tips of my fingers come away red,
With a start I see I’ve bled.
I look at the window,
Curtains fluttering in the wind.
The beast has fed.
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