The Beast

Crouched amidst thorns and encroaching briars,

Hear her scream, her unearthly howls,

Feel the cold fear in your marrow,

Pray you might see dawn’s kiss tomorrow,

Crashing now and thrashing woes,

The Beast is nigh, the Bitch is close,

Feel her hot breath on your neck,

Feel her claws rip through your breast,

Now sun rises from opened locket,

Witnessed only by empty sockets.

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