The Hallway

With the small flicker of a meager flame, of these burning foot-candles,
Shadows dancing on these old walls, like a panicked masquerade I can't handle,
Meticulously making thy way, down this narrow decrepit stone Hallway, resembles a death channel,
Thick wooden doors, clawed scratches here and there,
Fear welling up inside, like vomit struggling to stay and abide, how weakly I fair,
Wails, moans and screams mingled with indistinct chatter in the night air,
Thy Pace quickens with a dreaded distinctive fear I face, for I cannot veer,
Steady race of thy footsteps, i no longer hear, instead howls with jeers,
With my heart beating out of me chest, gut-wrenching growl, getting closer and ever near,
Seeking the exit, thy desperately need to take,
With a knowledge of a knowing mistake,
I took thy turn, knowing what's at stake,
Trembling with thy keys, fumbling, failing at best,
Vainly trying to survive the night, on a Full Moons crest,
Stricken terror choking my chest, guttural scream comes abreast,
Bloody, hairy, snarling teeth, razor sharp claws, such a horrid sight I saw,
Thy terrible beast, readily stands nearly 7" tall,
Abomination, a cacodemon to mother Nature, God and all.