IT!

The sickening gurgle from beyond your door 
The blood that now trickles along the tiled floor 
The trip trop of hooves as it moves closer still 
The look in its eyes instils fear in you 

Your blood runs cold, 
Icy shards scrape from within 
It’s time to fight so let’s begin 

It moves swiftly and with great finesse 
Its agility astounds as it bounces around
Your eyes dart from wall to wall 
Then you hear it’s sickening call 

You feel his icy breath of death upon your neck 
A shiver rolls down your spine 
Goose bumps protrude from your clammy skin
Hairs on your arms raise as if readying  for battle 
Then you hear its eerie rattle 

With a swish,swosh your head goes back 
A bright flash of light as you start to drop
You wince with pain as it snaps your bones 
Crack! Crack! Crack! Plays the tone.

It feeds from your dying lips 
Draining you dry 
Taking every last bit

And as you lay contorted and fused 
Your dying eyes continue to peruse 
You watch as it leaves your room 
trip trop trip trop you hear its hooves 
Onto the next one in the next room 
You hear the CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! As more bones snap 
You try to move to no avail 
Your body weak and frail
All you can do is listen.