A poem, inspired by a picture.

Yeah, there's a story behind this one. My two friends and I were up far too late playing video games when I showed them this image:



Which is from a recent news story, and no one knows what the hell it is.
Anyway, we kept reading up on it and similar things, and became extremely scared.
MANLY MEN DOING MANLY THINGS.
Anyway, I wrote a poem about it:

It's coming.
It's here.
It's all around us.

Its putrid eyes
Staring
Watching
Waiting.

Its talons scrape
The window pane
Like nails on a blackboard

It stares at our souls.

When one of us leaves the rest
And is alone
It will steal us
With a shriek

One will disappear forever.
Two left, it returns and waits.
Endlessly.
No escape.