The Beast

The beast is peering through the window.
Its breath makes clouds across the pane.
The tap, tap, tapping of its fingers.
The raspy laughter and clinking chains.

The beast is stirring in the shadows.
Its blood is coursing through my veins.
A last chance stand before it lingers.
The beast will be all that remains.

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