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In the Midst


In The Midst” His howl Soared across The blue hued Town Tinted with black oil Or so we thought We quiver Its shoulders and hips Roll toward us Like that oil Rolling, expanding Faster than we Want it to It’s silhouetted, Blond highlighted Banes, Bronze-yellow Spheres Hosted dark pupil daggers And with those Spheres He studied us With the silhouette Leaning behind Those spheres Targeting us We cringe away Back away Farther away please! But he rolls faster we Than want him to He howls again His snout aimed toward ground His head rolls forward As his menacing wail Rumbles city windows This time it Echoes back The army of welps Woops and…. Laughs They’re known cowards Yet they fear not They appear Not laughing Observing, eerie They crept closer Quiet giants sniff At delicate trinkets We’re trapped And .. he is Alpha Of creatures Big as 2 horses Alpha…can dwarf Tyrano It looms above us all We slip on black oil It rolled faster Than we wanted it to We never seen Pearl daggers Cast a moonlight sheen… On us....
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