Darkness was his eyes.

Anger,

it was all it took,

he merely tossed a disdainful look,

thwarted attempt,

the beast smiled with thinly veiled contempt,

he was bold,

his heart cold,

as the words were told,

and the beast stood in silence

just for a moment,

his hatred palpable,

he shouted,

as pain

screamed through him,

exploding the veins,

and his emotions drained,

he howled in agony,

he shouted in fury,

he cries,

darkness was his eyes,

death was on his breath.

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  • sammy2000 on Aug 14, 2009

    wow pa this was good

  • ladybaby on Aug 14, 2009

    The picture fits the poem. Too bad there are people that really are like that. You have a way of describing them. Good poem.

  • Richard Wing on Aug 14, 2009

    Truely gruesome death scene …reads like a cinematic reel of terror in the grips of crushing death…each verse is another frame within the reel of screaming horror of ones disdain and ones anhilation. Gripping and scary as all hell. Great prose. Is Poe an Influence?

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