There it waits for me
With red eyes it sees
Succulent flesh
So smooth and fresh
Something any beast would crave for
It waits and watches for an open door
And I, so innocent
Could soon have my life spent
Not knowing that it hangs its bait
I walk right by where it waits
It counts to three

At the moment, lets me be

Then leaps from its dark place

Showing its beastly face

It pins me down

Like a rabid hound

There's nowhere to go

Its eyes are aglow

Great globs drip from its fangs

It drips down, stays there, and hangs

Its breath is foul with blood

It dares to consider me food

The one quick swipe

And i'm gone for the night

(Ahem-the rest of my life)

Thanks to the waiting beast