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It had returned. I sensed it.
The smell inside the room was that of a charnel house.
No light was on and only the moonlight lit my bedroom,
Streaming through the open curtains creating a pool,
A solitary spotlight of illumination. The external area,
Mystically, was shrouded with a mist of surely supernatural properties.
Swirling and twisting in the moonlight it was almost beautiful, yet sinister.

I did not see the beast at first, but I heard it.
Its breathing could best be described as rock grating against rock;
Constant, slow, a steady but most terrifying rhythm.
The first thing I saw were the laser beam lights of the eyes,
That subliminal shifting between red and yellow that I remembered.
The two rays pierced the murk and impacted upon my pupils,
Holding me transfixed, incapable of movement, my mind in turmoil.

When it emerged from the gloom I found myself shaking.
Those eyes did not deviate from my own, holding me.
Framed within that wide, hideous skull with bony protrusions,
It was impossible to move, almost literal petrifaction.
The skeletal frame, layered with sinew and muscle moved forward,
Almost gracefully on all fours like something canine,
But this was no pet, no man’s best friend but a killing machine.

When it was within but a metre from where I stood, shuddering,
It rose up onto its hind legs and drew itself up to its full height.
Fully two and a half metres tall I saw its breath, like plumes of smoke
Emanate from its nostrils into the now frozen atmosphere of the room.
The fetid breath assailed my olfactory sense nearly causing me to vomit.
It extended a talon and drew a line from my throat to my chest.
Lowering its head, that grating sound reverberated, “Next time”.

Alistair Muir
28/04/2010
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The Gargoyle's Return

Contributed by aliopterix on Tuesday, 27th April 2010 @ 06:19:58 PM in AEST
Topic: mystical

The Gargoyle’s Return

It had returned. I sensed it.
The smell inside the room was that of a charnel house.
No light was on and only the moonlight lit my bedroom,
Streaming through the open curtains creating a pool,
A solitary spotlight of illumination. The external area,
Mystically, was shrouded with a mist of surely supernatural properties.
Swirling and twisting in the moonlight it was almost beautiful, yet sinister.

I did not see the beast at first, but I heard it.
Its breathing could best be described as rock grating against rock;
Constant, slow, a steady but most terrifying rhythm.
The first thing I saw were the laser beam lights of the eyes,
That subliminal shifting between red and yellow that I remembered.
The two rays pierced the murk and impacted upon my pupils,
Holding me transfixed, incapable of movement, my mind in turmoil.

When it emerged from the gloom I found myself shaking.
Those eyes did not deviate from my own, holding me.
Framed within that wide, hideous skull with bony protrusions,
It was impossible to move, almost literal petrifaction.
The skeletal frame, layered with sinew and muscle moved forward,
Almost gracefully on all fours like something canine,
But this was no pet, no man’s best friend but a killing machine.

When it was within but a metre from where I stood, shuddering,
It rose up onto its hind legs and drew itself up to its full height.
Fully two and a half metres tall I saw its breath, like plumes of smoke
Emanate from its nostrils into the now frozen atmosphere of the room.
The fetid breath assailed my olfactory sense nearly causing me to vomit.
It extended a talon and drew a line from my throat to my chest.
Lowering its head, that grating sound reverberated, “Next time”.

Alistair Muir
28/04/2010

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Re: The Gargoyle's Return (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Wednesday, 28th April 2010 @ 03:20:11 AM AEST
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It extended a talon and drew a line from my throat to my chest..... next time descriptive foreboding cliff hanger well written

Re: The Gargoyle's Return (User Rating: 1 )
by Chamaron on Wednesday, 28th April 2010 @ 07:47:54 AM AEST
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Whew, as intense as its predecessor. The first few stanzas have the feel of a comfortable return of an uncomfortable element, an all-too-familiar concept. Well done. I'm glad you've decided to continue the horror story in installments.

Re: The Gargoyle's Return (User Rating: 1 )
by DarkWolf on Thursday, 29th April 2010 @ 07:48:24 AM AEST
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a well written poem about the closing in of death

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