A winged beast cannot surprise
His victim quite as well
As one who slithers on the ground,
Instead of armor using stealth.
He creeps along under the rug
Barely makes a sound
Stirs nothing in the air at all
Waits ‘till no one is around
Unsuspecting happy girl
Dances in her room
Makes-believe she falls in love
As she twirls and dips her broom
Darkening the lights for sleep
She curls into her bed
Beast slithers nearer now
And creeps into her head
Vicious nightmares seem so real
Breaths harder to take
She cannot fight what she can’t see;
She was not looking for a snake
Scale tips, at last, to favor Beast
Her hope fades with her fight
Forgetting why she fought at all
She caves in to the night
Slithers on the ground with Beast
Feeds on mildewing despair
Does not recall her life at all
Cannot remember how to care
Venomous drips from beastly fangs
Make way for monstrous delight
He claimed his victim’s life and then
He took away her flight.
Receding back under the rug
He watches from below
Daylight starts to creep in through
His victim’s closed window
Drenched and cold, aching and sad
Girl begins to wake
Turns her troubled face away
From the dawn she cannot take
Lies in bed and hopes to die
She cannot summon any strength
Beast snickers from below
Giddy with her angst
Appearances she’s always kept
Despite her vivid dreams
So up she gets and bed she makes
And then she stretches out her wings
A fleeting thought like shooting star
Passes through her mind
Of a victory she once had won
But she lets it fall behind.
Meanwhile, Beast rejoices with
His project thus completed
Drunk on his bloodthirsty power
He missed her thought that fleeted.
Beast relaxes to a state less vigilant
Her hope he has deflated
No need for keeping watch on one
So thoroughly sedated.