The Beast Poem by TR Jones

Once upon a dark and stormy night
The kind that would give you chills of fright
A dark and ugly creature walks
One who the towns people wouldn't talk
One who did unseen acts in the darkness
Ms. Schmidt they really did miss
But you can't bring a thing like that to court
You couldn't even file a report
No one even knows it's name
So how could you really place the blame
It walks from house to house
Steps as quiet as a mouse
How can a creature that is so big
Not make a noise when it steps on a twig
No one dares venture outside
Behind all the locks on the doors the people confide
No one wants to become the next target
Dismembered in the city market
Just like the target that was last
Right before the towns people massed
But nothing can stop this beast
No one can stop the constant feast
Because the hunger is always there
Blood is the beasts one and only care

To Be Continued...