Last to Be
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
Hidden in the casting shadows of time and nothing more,
the beast of lingering lore came creeping from the chamber floor.
It took the folk on journeys grim, of discovery and dread,
it stripped their skin and snapped their bones, then fed on all they bled.
It tore their innards clean away and wore their flesh as a mask,
the wicked thing devoured them all, in their blood did it bask.
The lands were barren, empty graves, no trace of the dead,
for everything that once had breathed the earth had now shed.
The thing that crawled from bowels below, the beast that ruled them all,
then slept within the hollow dark, awaiting its next call.
Another meal will bow before, to worship it and fall,
the wretched one smiles wickedly— a child screams as shadows crawl.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
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Written by Matthew Tonks
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