Gor

His eyes pierce your soul with one evil glare.
Shudders course through your bones,
Rippling out to your muscles and extremities
Until they reach your mind,
Causing it to seize.
You freeze.

Massive grimy hands, five-fingered reach
Beckoning, daring you to tread upon its ground.
Crag-filled face sneers sardonically,
Sickly sweet stench wafts slowly,
Overpowering your senses,
Destroying your defenses.

Time, place, name elude you;
Forever lost you fear you’ve become.
As closer he creeps, stooping to your height
You yearn to scream, but he possesses your tongue.
You collapse, powerless,
Praying he begins his egress.