Monsters





There are there, waiting, watching,
Waiting for the chance to strike.
For the chance to feed on flesh,
The flesh of any living thing that DARES to come near.
Four long fangs, dripping with yellow saliva,
Leathery skin the color of hot tar, a monster.
You don’t notice it at first, in the dark,
But you hear the heavy, long, deep, slow breaths of the beast.
You turn to see what it is, but see nothing,
The beast stares at you with piercing black eyes,
they are unseen in the darkness of… Continue

Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers. The wicked are not so, but are like chaff that the wind drives away. Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in… Continue