Blood dripping from
Gaping mouth:
Wounded monster
Musters one last bout.
Slippery fingers, crooked hands
Grasp brittle branches
Of a dead tree’s
Timorous stance.
Flared nostrils
Inhale augur of demise;
Exhale vain fury
At fictional crimes.
Reddened eyes
Bulge at the sight
Of timid victims’
Unfathomed might.
Trampled seedling
Turn into moving forest,
Like Birnam coming to Dunsinane,
Boding the fiend’s
Bloody conclusion.
