Friday, May 30, 2014

Monsters

Lurking in the shadows, skulking in corners
Darting out malovently with hammer and chisel
Blows rung steathily not raising alarm
Cracks affected turning to crevices left unattended
A flicking tongue dripping with acid injects its pernicious liquid through the mortar
Walls penetrated dripping onto vulnerable pulsating flesh
The watchmen sleep
The monsters forgotten
Searing pain strikes - adrenaline jerks a terrified sentinel awake 
Panic and mayhem are palpable as the alarm is sounded
Armaments sit prepared but flight appears the only option
Till the inscription on the wall catches a watch man's eye and a bonfire is lit.
Frightful shadows evaporate the nemesis revealed - diminutive and pathetic
"The monsters are only as big as we make them."

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