Summoned
to face nature's untamed rage,
Drawn
toward a savage drumbeat roll,
My roars
mingle with the drowning din
Of the
tempest's malevolent voice
While
hunger gnaws an empty belly
Craving
thoughts, hopes, dreams, memories.
My black
coils swirl in the swollen surge
Of a
furious stream in full spate.
Rising
well above that churning swell,
Hoping
to spy sign of mortal prey,
My bulging
orbs scan the muddy banks
Searching
for nourishing consciousness.
Stormy
sparks flare in my feral eyes
As I
spot a lone wandering wretch,
A soul
lost in tempestuous murk.
Eager
fangs sink into flesh and bone
As I
rip the man's brain from his skull,
Leaving
a headless corpse in my wake.
Sated
by this gruesome feast,
I return
to my watery den.
Dimly
glimmering pale spectral green
In the
lethally raging darkness,
I slide
back down into silty muck
As the
fell storm begins to subside.