The Creature

In the shadows something evil lurks.

Just out of sight,

hidden from the light,

it laughs, it sneers, it smirks.

It taunts at the real me,

At that inner place only it can see.

Within darkness it places trust,

So the night is his vail,

And from there he doth hail

To volley hatred, anguish and disgust.

I yell at him to show his face.

To cease his slander

And evil candor,

That he may make amends for his disgrace.

But he remains in the night with his malicious grin,

Throwing heckles like spears,

That burn my ears

And spark a fire within.

His stings burry deep into my chest.

An unending number,

Without slumber,

Or pause, or peace, or rest.

His derision wins out and takes its toll.

Pushed to the brink

I cannot think

And I begin to lose control.

A mad fever came over me,

and in my mind

I eagerly consigned

to oblivion all civility.

And my heart gave into rage – willingly –

And I became like a beast released from its cage!

With singular focus found,

And vengeance unbound,

I lashed out at the creature in the night,

With all my hatred, anger and spite!

That damned wretched demecidiant,

He vomits a blasphemous rant!

I know, being made of death and decay,

His mind and soul have rotted away.

Being reduced to such a vulgar essence,

Nothing remains but stench and putrescence.

Absolutely disgusted by his stupid way,

I leap wholeheartedly into the fray.

Baring ready, setting hip and heel,

With teeth gnashing

And fists bashing,

We clashed and thrashed in a futile reel.

We grapple like foe kicking up dirt and snow.

Locked in a grudge,

Neither budge,

As we retch to and fro.

I grabbed him by the nape with all my might.

With what strength remained,

My every muscle strained,

To force the demon into the light.

I curse and spit and hit and yell,

All to send this beast back to hell.

With my last ounce, he deceitfully gives in,

Giving me a false confidence from the misleading win.

Now out of the shadows where I can see,

I became transfixed,

As truth and horror mixed,

While a deathly fright settled over me.

Set face to face, chaos is the still.

Now disbelief

And boundless grief

Have completely broken my will.

All that persist are confusion and dismay.

They express what I haven’t the words to say.

As this instant stretches into eternity,

I realize the dread,

Of the sinful dead,

For the creature is me!  It is me.

I’m left broken and defeated after this seeing,

As he retreats into the night,

To ready for the fight,

Mocking my very being.