Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
The Encounter
The malevolent red glow of cruel,emotionless eyes
lights my frightened mist enshrouded face.
I see hot,uncontrolled wrath coldly etched
upon an evil,snarling face in the cold light of the full moon.
Rancid breath wafts across the short distance between us,
gleaming drops of blood drip from menacing,sharp fangs.
A low,unearthly growl emanates from
deep inside a powerful chest.
Long,muscular arms reach out,sharp claws extended,
posed to rip my throat out.
At the last horrifying moment I draw my pistol,
and fire three silver bullets into that hairy,heaving chest.
Fearfully I watch the vile creature writhe in pain,
as it falls to the ground to rise no more.
Donavon Scott Vinson