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Thursday, March 21, 2013

Chapter 25: Reason For Rhyme

He huffed and puffed like a gazelle he sprinted
The empty road, lights paint streaks of gold
As he ran, no signs of life he sighted
 The police he seeks, calamity must be told

His feet were sore from running bare
 His temple pounding, his body wear
From lines of clothes he stole a pair
 In such event, thievery seemed fair

Turn by turn the streets got wider
 Empty cars across they scatter
If he had stopped to ever wonder
 What seemed amiss and lacking order

The city he reached to find it empty
 No soul no sound save drizzle on pavement
A world he would sum seemed unsightly
 If not for thought clouding his judgement

Standing now before the fort
 Doors agape, he felt distress
Hello he called without retort
 Had he his senses, he would regress

Within the halls he finds a waste
 Effects strewn all over the place
He calls and calls no one to face
 A moan he heard deep within the base

It must be someone, he thought to himself
 The one he hoped is able to help
He dashed across, ducked under a shelf
 Only to find before him a whelp

The moon shed light into the bowel
 He saw the whelp hiding in cower
It turned and hollow eyes most foul
  It's face he note the intent scowl

The whelp he sees it's teeth jagged
 With dripping blood it's face corroded
Amidst the air a smell looms putrid
 What seemed awakened beyond the dead

To run he knew but legs stay stuck
 This beast before him now grows amok
First mom now this, imagine his luck
 It gave a growl and then a strut

As the whelp prepares to pounce
  Explosion he heard from way behind
It's head erupted it fell and bounced
 Then lay before him devoid of mind

He turned to find a man on the ground
 He lied in blood unable to rise
'Thank god my child you have been found'
 'You're here to look for help I surmise'

He told the man of enraged mom
 How she attacked in state of fit
Along he came away from harm
 Answers, help, a police to greet 

The man asked if there was kin at home
 Then he recalled sister in slumber
'Return home, with this bat you must haul'
'Strike their heads and send them to nether'

And off he went he headed back
 How it was he forgot his sister
During the frenzy, senses he lacked
As he left the station, dawn grows nearer







 



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