The Beast

As I looked through the black,
Knowing his plan,
An echo said ‘thwack’,
And the screaming began.

He was acting suspicious,
Something was off.
The man seemed so vicious,
Giving only a scoff –

What he put him through,
Could be only called torture.
He hadn’t a clue,
But I saw through his posture.

The evil beast,
With his terrible grin.
Came off as a priest,
Showing not what’s within.

So don’t get too close,
And you’ll soon know why.
His shirt’s sprayed with rose,
Don’t fall for his lie.