Fury


The beast slithers on the sun-slicked sod
Tasting in his nostrils a meal;
Creeping within a snaking god
Consuming all he dare feel.
The beast treads along the green ocean slime
Raking behind him a tearing trail;
Catching scent of his murderous crime
But capture he did not prevail.
The beast clambers upon the midnight mud
In range of that he desires;
Slaughter! -chew does the thoughtless cud
The prey that weakens and tires.
The beast crawls upon his watery grave
By now his belly filled;
Yet the hunger tortures and enslaves
With another successful kill.

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