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
Thursday, March 21, 2013
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