Shadow of a Beast

 [center]Shadow of a Girl

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A baby girl runs,
quick as quick as she can.
Hiding in the shadows of the forest.
She fears of the night,
She fears of the light
of moon peeking behind clouds.
Heart clamouring in her chest.

Every door in the village is closed.
Closed on her.
Closing her out.
The time had come.
Cognitive words dying,
as laboured breaths heave from a snout.

She reaches the edge,
looking at the thrashing rivers below.
But it's all too late,
judging from the cracking,
and slow dislocation of her bones.

Twisting in impossible directions,
she crumbles in tortured.
Organs shifting,
immobilised by the horror.
The hair on her head,
spreading all over.
Every thing that was once
described as human,
now covered by fur.

Her screams of pain,
turn into howls.
She can hear guns cranking
in mid air,
hunters following the music
of her growls.

Her family they cower.
Crying for her, with her, because of her,
Hoping that she can escape.
Rib cage expanding, jawbones break,
Head clouding over,
Replaced by nothing but utter pain.

There is stomping in the distance.
Farmers, working like an army
to kill the beast; destroy the beast.
Yet all she can smell
is the scent of fear,
and crosses bless by unholy priests.

With a bellowing yowl.
which rumbles the ground.
The riot, they scatter.
For alone they are weak...
and in a crowd they're stronger.
None of them willing to stink around
and bare witness to the slaughter.

They race to escape the beast,
The same beast they came to hunt.
The beast that lived inside
the little girl they shunned.[/center]