Stricken

Copyright: 8/8/98
Stricken

The man, surely in panic screams with terror
Horror and sublime interest grip his awaiting soul
The beast has come to devour
The feast begins here.

As its teeth gnash and peel at his flesh he sighs
Time has abruptly come to a horrid end
The thing is stalking in the night
The man is stricken.

In definitely, the man struggles against his attacker
And he feels the sensation of trickling blood from his pores
The close is upon him
The beast evokes his habit.

With sheer horrifying will, the man manages to grab hold
To its horn with some inner strength he new not of possessing
The light is coming
The hour in time of need.

It rears its ugly head and pursues the man, reveling in capture
And with every step, the man bogs down in trenched soot
The end is near
The man is stricken.

Clawing frantically to anything of particular hold the man weeps
For he knows not what is chasing him, but with certainty knows his fate
The man's struggle finished
The man stretches a dying hand.

As the man prays for darkness to take him and for this horror to stop
He realizes his folly and breathes easily for it is not his life
But that of a dream.
The man is stricken.