Lurking Fear

The darkness closed.
A wind did moan.
The moor at night.
I walked alone.
The moon was full.
But shed no light.
The cloudy sky.
Hid it from sight.
A distant howl.
My heart did race.
A cold gaunt look.
Covered my face.
The snarl behind.
A scream in fear.
Claws and fangs.
My flesh did tear.
The beast retreat.
A wind did moan.
The moor at night.
I died alone.

The The Beast On The Moor by Lurking Fear, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

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