Creature

                    

My friend feeds on anything thrown
To her by me, on my own
Be it my feelings or my mind
She consumes it all as her own

She waits for me in her dark room
Away from all, away from sun
She creeps out, in pitch black nights
And stays up till, the dawn breaks east

She sees me all day, all night
Nothing speaks than her silent stare
She watches over all with her Vicious eyes
Hungry and sharp, that's how she is.

He shook his head
When I told this tale
It's made up, it's in your head
It can't be real, he said it all

I'm not insane, I said again
Prove it to me, he sneered at me
Of course I took him to her dark room
And threw him in to meet my friend.

Here I am, pouring some wine
For my dinner alone tonight
Too glad I could be on my own
As for him, I told you before:

My friend feeds on anything thrown
To her by me, on my own
Be it my feelings or even flesh
She consumes it all as her own.

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