In a circle of blood warm red,
where pathways curl like thoughts,
the beast lies
Not sleeping
no, it listen
With eyes that glow like forgotten fire ,
it breathes in silence
an echo of bone and earth,
a whiser of what once was
and bever fully fades
it does not scratch, it does not bite
it waits
Until someone looks
Too long
Too deep
And then for just a moment,
it moves