The Legend

The evil is out at night.

Run fast
When you hear noises
Of a creature
Moving through the bushes

Night fall
And it's unleashed
A monster
Hungry for meat

A monster
Hungry and relentless
A beast
Slimy and hairless
Scary and scarred
By the victims who fought

Beware
When it's dark and gloomy
In your rooms
And in the alleys
Because the beast
It is patient
As it lays in wait
Forever watching

Please don't wait
And do not faulter
Run away
If you smell saliva
The beast stays
Around the corner
In hopes
That you won't remember

Dont draw attention
To yourself
When walking,
Through the night
Don't walk,
Through the shadows.
And don't stay,
Long in light.

A beast
Six feet tall
With claws
Stained with blood
It'll stalk you with black eyes
And a heart
Cold as stone
It'll watch you
Till you get home
And feel safe
In your little cage

You come out
To dump the trash
It leaps out
Of the dark
It'll dig deep
Into your shoulder
When it claws
Tears through your ankles

There's no running
There's no screeming
There's only you and this legend

Author's Note

My take on horror. Not my genre, not my best. Criticism is welcome

Reviews

[Raj Sahu]

“The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.” ― Charles Baudelaire

“Here is a list of terrible things,
The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings
The rabid bite of the dogs of war,
The voice of one who went before,
But most of all the mirror's gaze,
Which counts us out our numbered days.” ― Clive Barker

Your poem is truly an amazing piece of work. Though horror is not your genre but your work is good. Keep writing.
Congratulations!