They where huddled down inside the cave
When they heard a mighty roar
"This cave runs deep," the commander said
"We must leave and make for the shore"

They ran like blazes in the darkened night
They would take their boats and get away
But the scene of destruction, on the beach
Meant these men where here to stay

The boats were wrecked and torn apart
And the sailor began to cry
These men had come to rescue him
And now they were about to die

"It's not your fault," the captain said
"Why it's a set up, I believe
'Cause why send so many, armed like we are
 For just one man to retrieve?"

"IT seems to me, they've known all along
That you've survived and did not die
They've been monitoring you for many years
And I'd like to know the reason why.

"I'll tell you why," the commander replied
"There's a creature here they want us to capture
And we like cannon fodder, have been sent in
Like lambs to the bloody slaughter"

"You're right," the men agreed as one
"But what can we do to survive?"
"We must go deeper into the cave
It must be done if we want to stay alive"

"You mean we must go and kill this thing?"
The sailor said, his voice full of fear
"That's exactly right," the commander replied
"And I will make this very clear"

"If we can find it when it's sleeping
Then our chances will greatly improve
But things may not be so good for us
If the creature is out on the move"

"You've seen what it has done to the others
Left them dead,  like mince meat on a plate
But I don't intend to die like that
I don't want that to be our fate"

So the band of men crept into the cave
Their flashlight covered with a rag
They could barely see two feet in front
Rifles cocked, with a fully loaded mag

Then they heard a roar behind them
And they knew there was more than one
But their sailor friend was changing fast
A raging beast; he had become

His size it was enormous
Pointed teeth bit hard and fast
Twenty rounds the men fired off at it
Twenty rounds that would be their last

Back at base the cover up began
It was a landslide that killed these men
So they washed their hands of the whole affair
Wrote them off by the signing of a pen

Then they dropped a nuke on the island
Just like they did so many years before
But deep in the dark cave, something stirred
The silence broken by a terrifying roar

THE END

                       G J TATE

 No Man Friday, Gerald J Tate,  Copyright 2010. All rights reserved.