When the night breeze turned into a gentle zephyr,

and when the anvil lost its heat..

I held my lantern high up,

and walked on the rails towards the yard..

I could hear sounds of sniffing..

A crippled dog, black as the night..

Blood oozing out of his nostrils,

as he swore to tear me apart..

I stood my ground, feet felt damp..

He could've chosen to slaughter my face,

but he waited, I felt his wrath..

He barely could stand, but his claws shone..

He neared me, my feet wouldn't move.. 

I trusted the night, it would pass,

I prayed to the stars, my feet dropped dead..

I could hear my mum's sweet lullaby..

Leave me be.. my Fear spoke to him..

My eyes froze, I felt his breath..

His face got closer,

as he whispered his dinner prayer..

I still hoped to live,

until I saw his decayed tail..

It stood like a mighty sword,

Askin me to pray to my Lord..

He slowly slid his claws through my chest,

My mouth gushed thick blood..

I sunk into my own sweat..

He had a wry smile,

I was the end for his ennui that night..

it was the end of my own..

Within twelve waking moments,

Ended my four lettered Life...