It waits in the fog
for my terminal tiring
i await last battle
The beast has stalked me for years
thru forests, over the seas, thru the desert.
It caught me with a massive clawed paw once
but by the grace of the cosmos,
i survived, healed, stronger at the scars.
Afterwards, more than once it cornered me
on the brink of the abyss.
Sometimes i could talk it into waiting
for me to be a plumper, juicier meal.
Other times i leapt...not into the abyss
but across it. Almost feeling wings sprout.
But now age has taken its toll
i am no longer as fast or agile
of either mind or body.
They fail me (or i them?)
i run blindly past potential
hiding places and defensive weapons alike
not recognizing the respite
they'd offer me: a chance to stay
just beyond the beast's grasp.
Nor am i attractive enough
to charm him into a reprieve, a delay...
So, the confrontation looms
can i elude it once more?
© efbarmore 2011