"Fiendish Victim"

(written for the "Pretty As a Picture" contest …)

"Fiendish Victim"

The buxom beauty screams and runs away.
He’s the hunter and she is the prey.

Her clothes are torn; her body’s nearly bare.
Between her screams, she utters a short prayer.

“Dear God in Heaven, who can this fiend be?
And what’s the reason he has chosen me?”

She runs inside the cemetery gate.
“Forgive me! I don’t mean to desecrate.”

She hides behind a headstone, takes a breath.
She’s shaking now, her body’s cold as death.

She peeks around; the fiend is not in sight.
“Oh God,” she prays, “help me survive this night!”

She listens, but she does not hear a sound,
But then she hears a rumbling in the ground.

Then suddenly, the earth begins to shake.
“Perhaps, hiding in here was a mistake!”

She feels a touch! He’s reaching from a grave!
He rises; his intent is to deprave.

He leers a crooked smile with jagged teeth.
Her screams then stop as she’s dragged down beneath.


4-10-07

rhyming couplets
iambic pentameter