By Lissa Howe
He's here again,
This time not to talk,
He stands pushing the table over,
He thrashes at me,
Wanting to bring in the kill,
I stood and said,
"I stand up before you, In the way of many soul, and I won't move."
He Locks his hooves ready to charge,
Swinging his sharp claws begins,
He Slashes My arm and knocked me over,
Then I wake,
From a horrible dream,
I look in fear,
My Arm Is covered in blood.