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Its Coming

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By A. GracePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Its Coming
Photo by Parth Kachhadiya on Unsplash

Prowling like a panther

Under evening skies

A dark and hateful demon

Formed from fearful cries

It makes your heart start beating

And stops it all the same

Everything of pain and tears

Have only it to blame

Of this beastly predator

Who spawns all darkness come

While true you may not see it

Its visible to some

It hinders your whole being

And keeps you from the light

Its malice grows from fear

And strengthens in the night

It knows your every weakness

It stalks your every turn

It's hungry maw is waiting

Its thirsty eyes, they burn

It haunts the woods beside you

Its hunting cry, a shriek

You think you might escape, but

You're quivering and meek

I'll give you some advice

From one who's flesh is scarred

Words that need adhered to

For a body that's unmarred

This thing should not be told

This warning is forbade

The only way to beat it

Is you cannot be afraid.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

A. Grace

I'm a writer, native to the Western U.S. I enjoy writing fiction and articles on a variety of topics. I'm also a photographer, dog mom, and nature enthusiast.

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