A riddle for you… What am I?

CARNAGE

 

Confined by constraints upon which I cast

Uninvited are woe to breathe in their last

High upon bough or lower to earth

Encroach upon me

Increasing my girth

 

The nature of art the art of nature

In darkest of night I welcome the stranger

Creeping or crawling descend from above

Entrapped chosen weapon

Tight fit as a glove

 

Disturbed in my slumber for which I not rest

Pierced through the brain, stomach or breast

Eyes all around as I draw you near

Now in my grasp

To heighten your fear

 

Around and around and fading so fast

Exhale of your breath the last is the last

In darkness were you when brought into light

In darkness go now

As you lose this last fight

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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