Fear of the Hunt Ed

Will this incessant running ever cease?
I fear it can't--shall not!
It has been several hours;
Yet I barely escape the hairy tease!

I hide, it seeks. I glide--it streaks!
Believe me, please, when I tell you
it is not a thing you want to see nude!
I feel slow, as my heart beats through

Those claws, those horrendous claws!
It aims to dig at my ivory flesh;
My bone--YES! and thinning hair!
I cringe and shake at the very thought
Its monstrous touch is beyond compare.

At last I feel that I am safe
The woods seem  such a maze
But I hear the footsteps in the distance
I regret ever meeting its gaze!

Closer, the beast is on my trail
There is no place to hide
Oh why did they ever convince me
To make this beast my bride?!!

Author's Note: This poem was an entry,  in Acme 's Comedy Scream Halloween Contest. 7 poems/7 days, with prompts and humor with a touch of horror. (But with Acme, there has to be lots of humor! )  So, if it seems a bit weird, off, or just plain silly, you're probably right.

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