Grendel Poem by angelica dela cruz

Born of waters,
deep and murky,
dark with filth,
I rise and take
my fill of man.
Flesh and bone
are my delights.
And mine to savor.
There is no limit
in me
The fear, delicioius,
is just for the prey.
My prey.
Run run run
and scream.
Wave their
useless metal sticks.
Beautiful pandemonium.
Harmonious schreeching,
as I tear them
limb from limb.
Blood, sweet and warm
trickling down my
throat.
I carry on,
and twelve years
have passed quick.
There is no hunger sated.
There is only need.,
a primal and clawing pang,
as I tredge toward
the heart.
It beats with human
pulses
nervous, quick,
staccato beats.
The hunger grows.
Prey
My prey.
I'm coming.