If the moon should appear
Or a distorted form take shape
From the depths of a dark hall
Like the terror that springs
From a misty fog
Or if razor teeth slice
Through softness
Springing blood
Beyond eyes thirsty
With relentless greed
Or when the horror
Of truth
Startles the senses
From the deepest sleep
Like jaws of a sea
Wide awake voracious
Nothing, above all
Is worse than the screaming


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