Hellion
This fucking night,
Your pestering eyes.
I lost the ability to crawl,
when hunted wildness demand I die.
This stupid dawn,
scouring through fever pitched screams.
Is this a dream?
Drool lays thick where your maw licks.
Smokiness envelopes all sight.
Have you torn your camouflage at long last?
How dare you clip my wings,
While coercing my death.
Joy4no1
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