It comes within the dark of moon, black wind
whispering 'neath leather wings. Seeking,
searching the scent of life, with eyes that
pierce the deepest gloom, the fog of clouds
with clearest sight.A scream that shatters,
rents and wrenches, ripping gashes in the
cold clear night. Nostrils flaring, lips a'
curling, eyes that glare with hungers fire.
Teeth of ivory, polished, ground; on the bones
of men, finely honed. I lay upon the cold
hard earth, my body white against the dark.
So frail and soft with warm blood churning,
deaths desire, stomachs yearning.The beast it
swirled about my head, circled, swooped,
certain death, talons reaching, grasping, ripping.
I screamed in terror as my world went red.
Thanks a lot James Jarret. So beautifully described! ! I'm using it to teach students about mythical creatures!
Wow! ! ! Very powerful imagery. Have you read The Road by Cormack McCarthy? He describes an ancient creature in one chapter that came to mind when I read your poem. Nice work Mr. Jarrett.
I'm guessing a nightmare? Vividly descriptive and colorful, with an everbuilding feeling of fear and dread. You have a powerfully creative imagination, Jim, and it flows across the page brilliantly. Great read! Linda :)
You have such vivid powers of description. Jim this is prose which keeps the reader glued to the page, and I may say, half afraid..... so very well penned. fondly from Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Are you an Author per chance, if you see this the way I did, without the rhyme, , as a story, , , try it, , it's very powerful All the best Love duncan X