The Beast
Shadows
Creeping, sneaking,
Biding their precious time,
Watch and wait,
Cunningly hidden by The moon's dark light.
Fangs lengthen, claws extend
A torchlight drives
The Beast from it's den,
To spring, as if alive,
It attacks and defends,
The savage beast makes a stand.
A fight is lost,
The beast is gone
Disappearing with just one thought
Replaced by a familiar face
The last sight seen is
The dark closing swiftly...
Once more,
Only shadows exist.