Poem - The Unbeast

I live in nightmares, clutching at raw fright.

With silver beak I snatch at flitting shades.

With ruby eyes a-glowing in the night,

the world around these pinpricks, helpless, fades.



On spindly legs I come, my eyes aflame,

and whiffling through this night-wood, jaws agape,

I seek out bodies, minds I’ve yet to maim,

who, from my claws, can find no safe escape.



My manxome figure paralyzes all.

No mortal man can flee my catching claw.

Before me, cities, kingdoms, countries fall,

and all the world bends to me, struck with awe.



Beware the burbling beast in waiting dreams.

Before me, all things real split at the seams.