Gary McPhail - The Creature

The creature hides in the night,
It stays away from the light,
There’s a fear full when the creature comes into sight,
Eyes so white they are glazed with might.

Darkness falls in the misty halls,
The ground beneath creaks as he lurks the walls,
Dropping fur behind with the smell of death and blood,
Heaving because it does not come across as good.

Paws so strong and a grip that holds,
Turning you slow as his presence unfolds.

Teeth razor sharp followed by a terrible breath
Wishing for images of life,
However there’s all but red that’s left,

No way to fight as the creature has size,
Eating out of hunger as its prey dies,

Moving through the trees,
Animals sense the creature,
The beast knows what it believes
It is the main attraction of a freak show feature

Gary McPhail

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