The Beggar Poem by Aj Snow

A penniless beggar, battered and bruised
Stepped on by the townsfolk, your often abused

You help who you can, and never resist
All you've ever wanted is to coexist

Someone's approaching, this is your chance
You begin a simple jingle, and a well-practiced dance

You hold out your cup, a faint smile appearing
Their hand comes crashing down, and all you hear is them sneering

You begin to unravel, face down in the mud
They've mistaken kindness for weakness, you're ready for blood

It begins as a delicate whisper, a fleeting affair
It grows oh so subtly, nothing can compare

Nightfall approaches, as the thirst envelopes you
Arising from the muck, it's time to pursue

Your body stiffens, the scent has been caught
You're on the hunt now, hesitate you cannot

You shadow your prey with frightening precision
Striking from the darkness, crimson soon consumes your vision

The blood flows through you with a serpentine persuasion
Quickening your senses and heightening your evasion

The townsfolk surround you, they've had enough
You lean back and howl, tonight you'll be taking no gruff

You slither and slash with claws made for killing
They don't stand a chance, your deeds are quite chilling