Beasts Unknown
Beasts Unknown
The wind rises now
scented with beasts unknown
that smell hot with blood
and burn through bone
cold gleam in their eyes
sharp teeth of stone
flowing swiftly past
reaping what was sown.
They’ve made food of you
leaving me all alone
with dead flesh that reeks
and a need that has grown
past all hope of reprise
beyond friends that have flown
feeling no hint of remorse
as they battle beasts of their own.
By Jeanne MacGregor Lahn
This poem was written by Jeanne Lahn on Jul 13, 2006.
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