As she walks by the long riverside just trying to unwind
She sees her own reflection in this oddly river of light red.
In the woods she hears rustling….only a squirrel trampling about.
Unaware that it is far more then a squirrel.
It is the Being with Watchful Eyes.
It has been watching and tracking her for longer then she will ever know.
She smells musty, over rotten meat, quite close to her.
She has walked this way before and it never smelled this.
A horrid fragrance…so terrible, she picks up her pace
It had had enough blood, limbs….It wanted her soul.
It was on Its hoofs charging at her
She tries to screams out, but her voice silenced as It stood front of her
It could smell her perfume and fear all in one scent
It want her more then ever now. It grabbed onto her arms with Its claws and with great strength It pulled
So quick her arms came off like pop tops mmm the smell of blood made Its heart beat faster.
She was in shock flopping on the ground, teeth chattering, claws flaring at the air as she was bleeding out
It had a love for her but great hate as well. ..as a child she saw It in her dreams but blocked It out,
Now it was time to pay.
In a raspy voice It said will you have me…no..she replied and as It leaned forward
As she drew her last breath, It sucked out her soul and screeched a horrid victory
It has claimed its prize.