Wherefore dost thou scream?
In the shadowy recesses of my beatific spirit,
Thou fester like a forgotten dream.
With thy brittle fingers; horrors that have been,
Thou return with thy torturous stranglehold,
Reminding me of the untold terrors that I’ve seen,
Thy beastly belly hungering for the old
Taste of fear metallic on my palette
The salt of sweat from running for so long,
Tenderizing my innards; the blows from the mallet
in thy ghoulish hands intent on righting a wrong.
Deprived of thy prey as it were
Thou remember how close thou once came
To devouring it whole; body and soul
and its narrow escape to thy eternal shame.
Long have thou been biding thy time
Knowing thy injured prey would fall,
Thus stalking silently from the shadows thou watched
Not once did the tiresome exercise pall.
Now patience thine as it is rewarded
At long last I stumble, I slip,
And here we are yet again,
My throat clenched in thy vice-like grip.
Thy putrid breath hot on my nape,
I piteously wail as the teeth sink deep,
Feasting on blood that was once denied
And victory is thine as thou hear me weep.
Thus it comes; my sticky end
As in a flash of agony I realize
The screams were mine all along
I, telling the sordid tale of my sad demise.