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The Beast

The creature has no name,
It's too morbid for words.
We dare not speak of it
In more than hushed whispers.

Scale-clad armor intact,
Venomous pincers retract,
Preparing for your final act,
A disappearing acrobat:

The monster flips you through the air,
Ragdoll ride til your last stop,
Cartwheels send blood everywhere,
A mercilessly messy plop.

The monster moves in on its kill,
Trudging slowly through the street,
Victim to imminent will,
On you, it begins to feed.

Crunching on your feet at first,
You feel its teeth come crashing down,
Working up your knees with thirst,
Disappearing in your gown.

Crunch Crunch Crunch Crunch
All you can hear in your sleep
Crunch Crunch Crunch Crunch
Pray this beast away, you weep.

You wake in fright to the foul sight.
The pincers stare you in the eye.
You tremble, but try as you might,
You can't help but to softly cry.

Next your fingers clipped off clean,
Of course one at a time,
The monster feeds off of your pleas,
With more reason than rhyme.

After this, it bites your wrist,
Your nub-hand in its jaws,
And then it digs in, with a twist
And pops off your poor paws.

It's reptile-tongue flicks out its mouth,
Across your linen face,
Then on your brow, it crunches down,
For one last cold embrace.

Crunch Crunch Crunch Crunch
All you can hear in your sleep
Crunch Crunch Crunch Crunch
Pray this beast away, you weep.
MrBuchanan
Written by MrBuchanan
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