Am I afraid

Do I hang on the edge of the cliff
Afraid of falling or try and climb
So your depths do not claim me
Like darkness envelopes the day
Allow you to consume me whole
Frozen and yielding to your will

Advancing on your prey with stealth
Grinning maliciously in your victory
My eyes closed to the imminent end
Limbs unable to flee anywhere

Of a sudden my senses awakening
Body tingles like awaiting a lover
But you seek to devour, destroy me
Blood in me hot like a raging fire
As you come close to strike a blow
Your first sweet blow
I strike and knock you from your perch
How I do not understand
Your hands like talons rake at me
And in rage and fear you fall down, down
Losing forever your grip on me
Your screeches of rage heard on the wind
In every storm henceforth.



Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember. First inspired by the wonderful stories of Roald Dahl, the Brothers Grimm etc. I adore myths and magic of all sorts, though I read so many genres it's impossible to classify it all!! Some of my poetry is truth with a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your view!),dose of magic and fiction and others are pure fiction. I'll leave you to decide for yourself which those are! Please stop by and enjoy and glad to make your acquaintance. Feel free to leave a comment 🙂

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