He sat,
The fire spat.
His hands hovered over the heat.
A warmth fulfilled the room.
But.
A door rattled,
Floorboards shook.
Is it a monster?
No.
Chains hung loose,
Their penderance glowed.
It smiled.
Black, yellow.
It evoked me.
I'd hug my chair,
Eyes closed...
I opened them.
It escaped into the evanescence...
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