Monster
In the dead of night, as the moon hung low,
the monster prowled, its intentions to sow.
With every footstep, my heart skipped a beat,
fear gripped my soul, my survival in retreat.
In the depths of darkness, the monster arose,
its name whispered in hushed tones;
with stealth and malice, it sought to take my life,
to cut me down, to cause pain and strife.
This vile creature, with tentacles of despair,
wrapped around my body, leaving me gasping for air.
It clawed at my flesh, leaving scars in its wake,
a battle for survival, a war I had to partake.
Through the depths of despair, I was scourged,
a testament to resilience, broken, but I emerged.
The monster may have tried to murder me,
but its darkness only served to set me free.
In the midst of shadows, a flicker of light,
a glimmer of hope, pushing back the night.
I fought with all my might, refusing to be its prey,
a warrior in the darkness I dared not betray.
Days turned to months, months into years,
the monster’s presence fading, but not my fears.
Its memory still haunts me, a constant reminder
of…
