Dream2

Travelling through the eye of the storm, I look ahead and see a creature of some form, He’s howling ferociously, calling upon the rain, Then he shakes his wild, impressive mane. His eyes — bright red and they almost glow, And those paws could kill me with a single blow. But, working my way up to the ends of those paws, I glance upon his razor claws. I hide behind a mangled tree, And pray to the gods that he doesn’t see me. I must defeat him, for it is my job, But to truly do this, his heart I must rob.