The Beast

It is always waiting
In the darkest corners
Of your life,
Still and silent;
Hungry and demanding.

Do not look upon it.
Do not seek its eyes,
Prepare yourself
For struggle.
Keep faint
The beating of your heart;
Still the quickness of your breath.

It waits there
Beyond your reach
With sharpened tooth
And deadly claw.
Step into its lair unprepared
And you will become
Shattered bone
And shredded flesh.

Doc Rich R
2008