Thursday 13 February 2014

It comes closer..

It comes closer..

Its jaws are wide open, its fangs are ready to plunge,
It waits in the dark, an eerie sound it emits,
A grunt escapes it as it is displeased by the wait
The man is delaying its chances to pounce.

The man becomes careless, he takes one false step,
In a moment the man has made a mistake,
It pounces and grabs him by his shoulder,
Dragging him as the man screams.
But there is no one to hear him scream, no one to hear him disappear.

The man grows tired, his blood flows like the Ganges after a storm,
Gushing forth and rejecting its own master.
He starts to lose his conscious, the images go blurry,
It has made a mark.

The man starts to fight, he grabs a stone and hits it,
he hits it in his temple.
It growls and it bites deeper,
but the man will not give in,

He fights it, it weakens him further,
it strikes again with its jaws.
The scene goes bloody.

No one knows who lived that night,
the darkness had absorbed it all within...

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