The Beast
I'm in the front
Already in disgust
Having to be just
In the center of the haunt.
Her eyes pierced through me,
Like a knife,
Giving me a feeling of fear.
A mess it was at first,
But then a voiced cried out
Once more...
...It was the sound of cheer..
Oh! How glad was I
For the stinging in her eyes
Have faded away from me.
It now turned away from me
And towards the eyes
Of her new victim,
Ready to pounce once more
For the feast
She has been waiting for.
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