DinnerA Poem by RandolphNo nonsense was harmed in the making of this Poem.Oh bloody Hell, it's back again. I was positive I'd confused my path. Tired of sprinting, a Fool, I truly sinned. As per my nature, I couldn't fathom it's wrath. This is what becomes of hopeless flight. Doomed to misjudge the distance ahead. Turned 'round now I must prepare to fight. Forgive me if I'm tardy, I may be newly dead. What beast gives chase to unlucky me? Name this terror as it stalks and prowls? If you insist. Not like I'll dodge destiny. It's a foregone conclusion now I hear the growls. You'll think me foolish. Well more than you already do. You'll shake your head in exasperation. You'll lean forward before the strike for a better view. Eager to behold my imminent exsanguination. I can smell it now, it's rumble loud in my chest. Not a step can be heard, no glimpse at my fate. It's shadow slides across the ground, no jest. I fear I'm shortly to become significantly late. I close my eyes, I've no stomach to observe. In a velvet motion it's displeasure spat. I feel it's breath caressing every nerve. F**k. I forgot to feed the Cat. © 2018 Randolph |
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