Lonely lies the creature of the night:

Scared, lost, silent-

Too tired to fight.

It thought it could survive

Through the darkness, the stillness.

It thought that, alone, it could find a bustling life for which to strive.

But it's weak, and no one has offered aid.

Instead, they perch, peering at it's broken soul.

Watching. Waiting. Planning for the moment in which they will devour it whole.

Its hope for life has died in its final wish for peace,

For an end to cease this pain which has become chained to it like a beast to the leash.