Dark Horse

Again: scratch, click-pad, pad-click, and settle.
The closet portal swings ajar, form slithers
out to steal across floor. Behind parallel
bars, nighttime chariot, stare into eyes.

Sound accent manifest dragon slayer oh please.
Cold green slits rip night asunder, sound
redoubles effort, banisher enters the fray.
Light floods arena, wordless attacker fled.

Fearless One departs warmth of safety flees,
Always before and forever more the furred
monstrosity prowls forth to conquer. Slipknot
sensibility overcomes, nocturnal tormentor grin,
victory salivating jaws of midnight confrontations.

Cradle deamon, black as pitch, pitcher of woe,
picture of sublime animosity. Of self to destroy self,
rodent of personality causes a cry to ring out.
Groaning disbelief, exaustion emanate down the hall.

Turn and stare through slats of wood, familiar
eyes wink as claws (snick) right...(snap) open,
(snap) left...(snick) close. Twisting itself,
grinning toothsome fare ill, padding softly away.

Light floods on revealing empty space,
stark walls, and the open closet door.
Later on in life the feeling returns each
time these eyes walk out of a dark room.
Feel those ageless death filled talons rip.