the power you keep
is the hand that covers your eyes.
the harm done unto you
is only by that which you perceive
in fear.
the hold it has on you
is the grip with which it tightens.
it is the deep that
swallows you,
the dark that stares
behind your eyes
with a burning glare
of forked lies.
a haunting chill
caresses the air.
a pitiless kill,
the creature's
only fare.
a broken gasp as
the breeze sweeps through
was the only horror
you knew
before the creature
ripped the last whimper
from you.
and as it swallows
the meat
from your bones,
it only wishes
it could still hear
your moans,
the pleasant cries
you make
when you still had
a life to take.
as the cold takes hold
and the last drop of you
leaks from the fold
where your head
once rode,
you can only imagine
death
to be sweeter
than uncovering your eyes.
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