The Slumbering Beast

Encounter with a sleeping creature.

The Beast slumbers in exile beneath the earth, Dreaming,

Waiting for an unsuspecting mortal to awaken Him,

From an eon of unknowable visions and reverie.

I discovered The Slumbering Beast

Falling through the ice in frozen waste.

The Beast lies upon a great stone pedestal,

Many eyes shut with tentacles writhing slow,

Its terrible, sharp-toothed maw slightly agape.

I quaked and quivered in terror,

Reveling in its horrible majesty,

Fearing there is no escaping it.

But somehow, I can't quite say,

I felt it captivate my very soul,

As if it were a Venus-fly trap,

Drawing me ever closer,

Into its terrible grasp.

I step closer, too close,

I couldn't help it though,

And I see it stirring,

Articulating strangely.

Its eyes flutter open, a vast darkness within them,

A promise of eternal suffering, torment, pain,

An oath of death.

I scream in abject despair as it rears up,

Revealing its leathery wings like a bat,

Unsheathing its massive claws, all four.

I scream and all goes dark.

Author's Note

Just tell me what you think...

Reviews

[micky]

I love how I can visualise it..you use so much detail painting a picture with your words...I feel like it would be a great chapter almost in a book...well done up to read more

[Lovecraft]

Thank you. It was slightly difficult to capture the image of the beast, as its based on H.P. Lovecraft Cthulhu Mythos.