Terror

Terror

There’s terror in the woods tonight,
there’s something lurking near.
So if you venture in alone,
step lightly and take care.
There’s eyes that glitter,
gleaming, shining bright,
and fangs that drip
a blood-stained ivory white.
The stench of fear is everywhere,
the beast can smell your terror.
It only makes him hungrier,
and more excites his fervor.
The snap of branches underfoot,
but one rustle is not yours.
Your eyes widen for it's certain
you are not alone anymore.
Try to run, but it’s all in vain,
you’re stumbling, you fall down.
Here comes your final moment, he approaches,
but you don’t make a sound.
The snapping jaws, the tear of flesh,
the blood that stains the ground.
Your life is done; you’re his next meal,
the silence echoes all around.