Waffle House of Blues
Rusty and blunt, right away to shunt.
There came a blow as suddenly as a doe.
Softly it hit cunningly just at the weak bit
How poorly was it done, making an excuse to run.
Already was restless and hurting kept the spirits up by blurting.
Famished at the sight of feast, hungry and haunted came the bloody beast.
Demonstrating tricks to lie, only further to deny.
Complacent with the hunt, ran away again to be the runt.
The prey fell lifeless lonely upon the ground, shouldn't have ran towards that captivating sound.
Shock and fear has made it numb, couldn't stand up felt like a crumb.
"It's okay now" it assured the air, when you don't have fangs to bite back life certainly feels unfair.
"Though blessed I am" thought the prey "to have the magic of healing within my tears, blood and dismay."
Now since the house is empty and gone, the space is plenty and lone.
It wondered what if it was only a dream or rather t'was a nightmare which provokes you to wake and scream.
The prey shed a few tears again, no it wasn't out of sadness it poured out to keep healing and in the hope of rain.
Waffle was the beast so was the house, somewhere else must be singing the song of blues who knows yet another prey it might arouse.