Darkness,
Like a stalking beast,
Circles closer and closer,
Unseen, I hear its breath,
And feel its soft feet fall upon the ground,
Its hidden eyes fixed upon me,
Its helpless prey.
The darkness is a thing itself,
And presses ever nearer yet,
With an implacable will and single intent,
To slowly squeeze and suffocate,
Or in an unknown and unknowing instant,
Turn and rip me apart with steel-hard claws.
Its heartbeat is the rhythm of my doom,
The ice-cold blood that courses through its veins,
The ligaments and thick sinews of its body,
Are united in one sole purpose only,
Focused, fixated on me,
For it is mine and mine alone.
They say that man is the supreme predator,
The top of the food chain,
But they lie,
Death reigns supreme.
December 6th
