Rising from the deep,
caressed by the moon.
Chest heaving.
Red eyes gleaming,
facing the shore.
Arms of steel
part the waves.
Muscular legs
pump the sand.
Head tilted back
to give a mighty roar.
A beauty to behold.
A deadly presence to face.
Pounding footsteps
follow close behind.
Eating up the miles to town,
where Oasis will stand no more.
THE DEAD GAME
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