Here comes He, pure evil,
Incarnation of the Devil,
Howling, wailing, spreading horror
Under pressure of deep sorrow
His sleek body – concealed Darkness,
Coals of hell beaming from eyeholes
He is coming, He is near,
And I know WHY He is here –
Howling, wailing, spreading horror
Tortured by the lead of sorrow
He comes closer, locking circle
Dreadful beast with eyes of prophet
I can see my doom in his eyes
For He’s come FOR ME this dark night
In a minute he’s on my bed
Trying sharp claws on my elbow
He is coming, He is closer
I can feel breath on my shoulder
Claws as knives embrace my body
Settling terror, forging horror
Hard to breathe under this burden
Mortal flesh resist shall no more…
My eyes open. What is that?
I’m awakened by my cat?!
2006/2007, "Write as Poe"
The Beast
© Copyright: Элли Ефокк, 2011
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