Meeting the Beast

Black rain fell swiftly
violent
cold as ice
Dark skies were bleeding
striking at the ground

A figure surfaced
ugly
tall and thin
Was moving slowly
hissing like a snake

He seemed to pivot
focused
watching me
His eyes were evil
deep and filled with blood

There was a presence
scented
like a beast
Seemed to be twisting
clearly held at bay

Then he was leaving
cursing to himself
Too many rainbows
crosses
in his way