The eyes of the beast
watch, waiting
for the moment when
he’s alone, vulnerable.
I watch as he walks away,
then feel the beast moving
racing through the darkness.
Screaming, running I throw
myself at him,
feeling the beast rip my flesh.
I look into the eyes
of the beast as it rips my heart
from my chest
as I close my eyes
I smile for I have saved
my golden eyed hero
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