Children covered in rags,
screaming in enjoyment
as the feast begins.
The sounds of birds
echoing in to the caves below,
damp soil with serenity bellows
as the trees begin to sway.
“But papa, what about the Beast?”
An old man strumming a golden lute,
singing his Spanish songs of the angels
as thunder claps in the sky.
The silver stars that mingle with pink clouds,
chatter among long-lost friends
as a bizarre creature emerges from the cave.
The claws engorging with blood,
azure veins pops with every movement
as the clouds turn bleak.
The head of the monster slithers
like a snake,
purple skin sheds before the feet
and the slime slowly melts away.
Acid spurting from underground,
the ants crawl up onto the skin
as the children run with dread.
The old man still playing his
Spanish tunes,
singing songs of sorrow
and the fright of what is
going on does not scare him.
Along the edge of the sea,
ships start falling at
the hands of Poseidon
as the beast silently
dashes through the
murky forest.
Doves flying across
the silver stars
as the monster stalks the prey.
Pitch Black Poesy 
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