The light, away fleeting,
sun no more ablazing,
down deep, the monster sleeps;
awaiting.
Tick tock, we hear,
it fades to the wind,
aroused; the monster within;
answering.
Ferocious fangs, bearing down,
eyes like Cinders, glaring;
a swift action, towards you now,
atearing.
Drip drop, drip drop,
you fade, to the wind,
a howl full of ferocity,
accomplished.
It hides behind a mask,
two faces in one,
the Fear within;
awaiting.
Edited by yumnaKay
Rubies to Cinders suggestion by James Michael Schwab