It came in the night, a creature of fear
A nightmare, made flesh, with eyes that gleamed
It descended upon the village, with a leer
And left a trail of death, it seemed
It crept through the streets, with silent tread
Its breath, a whisper, in the still of night
It snatched the children, from their beds, unfed
And vanished, without a single fight
The villagers trembled, with each passing day
For they knew, that the beast would come again
Their homes, they fortified, with all they could lay
But still, it found a way to break in
It's a creature of legend, a rarity
A monster, that haunts their memories.
About the Creator
The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
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