The Beast

The room is dark

All alone I lay

The creaking bed beneath me

I'm listening and waiting

For the monster

To devour me up

This unseen beast

Planning its move

Also waiting

Waiting for the time

To make its fatal strike

To take away everything

All the happiness and love

gone and leave fear in its place

The attack has already started

This hard to tame beast

Waits so very patiently


The End

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