Nightmare Thing

With dripping fangs and gnashing teeth

It slid across the ground

A dark and loathsome thing

Too ominous and foreboding to name.

It came out of shadows deep

A thing of nightmares and flesh

It came out to crawl and creep

And devour those that fell into its grasp

Descriptions are too horrid to think

It breathes the fear which we feel

Its mouth is wide and it breathes a fetid stink

That fills our minds and mouths and robs us of our will

The darkness bleeds out into its shape

A mass of matted fur and roiling limbs

It rises and stretches out with claws that scrape

To close upon a victim that fits its morbid whim.

It devours breath and life and hope

Swallows down upon our screams

There is no escape except with knife, gun or rope

Turned upon ourselves to end these bad dreams.

It is defeated by our death

No longer able to breathe our fears

But we have lost as we take our last breath

And all are victims and shed sad tears