I tremble at the being before me

The claws that slice throats

The weight that can crush chests

The eyes that, with a single glance

Can make you sick to the core

The ears that hear your racing heart 

The nose that smells your gut-wrenching fear 

The brush of fur that sends shivers down your spine

But worst of all is

The gaping maw that could swallow you whole     

Filled with teeth that will slice you apart

I have faced this monster before

This is the panic that grips your very soul