"Helpless"
I turn the corner, noticing two children ahead of me
Blue and red caps shifting in conversation
Sun gazing upon them like a spotlight
Passing glimpse evolving to a gape
As the beast dashes towards them
Its mouth unbolted, a mass of froth and daggers
They never saw it coming
The bigger one shields his brother with stiff arms
As it pounces like a tiger onto a gazelle
My jaw slumps as they tumble into traffic
Clasping onto a leg, thrashing rhythm to screams
A machine, bent on their destruction
Out of a pickup, they are delivered a knight
Wielding a tire iron as his mighty sword
Pummeling the beast, drawing the crosshairs to himself
It tears the stuffing from his limb
Exchanging thrashes for blows
While brothers lie shocked, doused in red
The death grips begins to fade
As the machine loses its power
And the Knight's iron cross collapses to the wet floor
Meh...
Freaky.... but good.
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