It

Crawling from the depths
Lives this prisoner of mine
Gasping for it's breaths
Treading a fine line

It slowly creeps
Away from innocent
My heart leaps
In hope of sacrifice

It kneels then stands
On weakened feet
Walks the lands
With a crippled limp

It smiles
With crooked teeth
That go for miles
Within their reach

It laughs
A bloody broken sound
Enfolding its wrath
To everything around

It stands a little straighter
Becomes less blurry
And I can almost see it
It's evil, grinning face

It walks more quickly
With a confident stride
Coming closer to me
With every pace of pride

It reaches for me
With unbidden hope
Hope worth the treason
Of the tightening rope

It touches me
And I disappear
Its face not visible
And least of all- clear