The Beast

TSL pandorathon 

May 29 (prompt given by Sarmita Dey)

Write a horror story. (500 words)

I am the beast

I own your darkest fears

When the sun sets

My outstretched shadow

Melts itself in the obscurity 

My real self takes flight

Into the blackest sky

Guided by the stars

I hunt your souls 

Hidden as best as you can

But for me the beast

They’re as bright as a lighthouse beacon

I gather them and together

We ride the wild mares of the nightmares

In horror lands we trample without remorse

Your hope and happiness 

Extracting the pure essence 

Of your own atrocities 

For your darkness answer to mine

I am the beast and no one is innocent 

That is why you don’t pray to me

The reason why there’s no temple

Nor church built in my name

You wouldn’t dare to appeal to me

I am the beast I know you best

You tremble and shiver

Afraid you are

And yet I haven’t even started 

Still you bore me to death

I let you go you’re not worth

Of my attention 

There are so many

Return to your puny life

Miserable human

Try to make something of yourself

Before I finally come for you.

The beastly Lucette C. Bailliet 

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