For Fear I Cannot Say

As the skies turn black and solemn,

against the winter's chill I meet;

a child of sin so drenched in blood,

From his claws down to his feet.

 

He turns his head so slighty,

as to study my intrusion here.

And I feel that chill upon me,

my death so suddenly near.

 

I saw the eyes of flashing menace,

and the smell of wild dog.

Were I to wonder here this night,

through the forest of poison fog?

 

I made one sudden movement,

and then sprang from such a sight.

As my heart began it's pounding,

ever more in fright.

 

I knew it was upon me,

before I felt the pain.

The claws digging ever deeper,

ripping muscle, tendon, veins.

 

As I let go of consciousness,

and struggle in my mind to pray.

Why I thought it would save me,

for fear, I cannot say.

 

 

Reviews

[Stanley Wilson]

very cold write and chilling too really great work enjoyed it

[Peaceworker22]

Bravo, that was great work. Very chilling and that beast is scary evil!

[Josh]

Thank you. I have a fascination with primal fear and instincts. It drives me to pursue a darker calling when I write, though in truth, I just enjoy being afraid. I guess some seek the rush of jumping out of planes or climbing mountains, I personally, prefer the rush of reading a creepy book or poem.