The Beast

White teeth in the moonlight,
Gleaming sharp points
Dripping with cardinal red.
They pierce, I scream,
I struggle, I writhe—
Nothing, nothing
Will ever make this end.

The beast, it comes
To steal your dreams,
Turn them into terrors.
The beast, it howls,
Hisses, and calls,
Ever ready to stalk
Even your waking hours.