This is a short two minute poem I randomly thought up.
As blackness falls in
The beast’s day is on
Leaving all its kin
Soon all sound is gone
My hand feels so week
Though I know it has power
A deadly power to reek
As behind bushes, I cower
We both have one chance
All it takes is a glance
I am ending this dance
With this shot’s kind romance
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