5 August 2012
Windows of the soul, Eyes as black as coal.
Dripping daemon gore, You hiss a little more.
Looming shadows grey, Horns every-damn-which-way.
Dwelling in the black, Just waiting to attack.
A hint of jealousy, As you glare at me.
The greed of hunger lies, As you make your tortured cries.
You pounce and I lie still, I know you aim to kill.
Creature Fear • Opuss № I