Axe

The distant sound of chipped bark
finds my ear,
the Moon stabs at me
and cuts open my shelter,

I run faster.

But the bracken cracks
under my desperate stride
and the golden fall,

Kicks up.

As if, a dusty trail,
as I run to the the distant
dwelled light of sanctuary.

The smiling door greets me in
slam bolt shut
I am safe within.

But my smile turns to fall
and my heart thumps inside my chest
as I veiw the horror feast.

On the table......of the Axe Beast.