The beasts
of age raise their ugly heads,
Awakening
now, from their youthful beds,
Loosened
from dens, lairs & choking chains,
Prowling
slack mawed, within growling pains.
Black bats
circling round sunken eyed pools,
Drooling
wolves of fear are nobody´s fools,
Ants of muscled
cramps, in white maggot skin,
Felines scratching
posts of legs, now so thin.
Beasts plod
through veins, drought dry stricken,
Canine´s
fangs bared, where old arteries thicken,
And the raven
caws, from white thatched roof,
As the vulture
awaits; Do you need more proof?
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