It came snarling across the dark
Crimson eyed, barreling
At the height of its lust

Trembling without end in sight
I rose up in spite
Defiantly, driven to its maw

In the murdering trash
The skewering
The pull and the slash
I was loyal
To the tremors of rage

As my tattered frame weaved
And survival, tussled in mind
All panic was hastily lost

The agony fell away
As war clouds reveled
Thundering to our bloodied
Subhuman descent

Till the last fading groan
Had triumphed in red
My conquest in shackles
True, to its iron demise