Claws of the Beast

[Thoughtjotter]

This appears to be written in accentual verse as there appears to be no consistent meter. It bounces between 6 and 7 foot lines.
L9,10,12 are 7 foot lines, the rest are 6 foot lines. It is generally advisable to stay with the same line length, as it causes a distraction to the reading to do otherwise.

He had heard about the danger, had to see it for himself. six feet

Not long ago they had their health, irrational but strong. seven feet

I won't point them out, but a number of your lines end with a stressed syllable, with the following line starting with a stressed syllable. This makes it difficult for the reader, and cause a distraction.

Yes, it's called speed cause it gets you there quicker...if you are speaking of death. although that only comes through with the last line. So...if you have to tell me what the poem is about in the last line in order for me to know, why did I read the poem. Either your poem needs to be clearer, or you need to drop the last two lines.

Dale

Thank you Dale, I truly do wish to learn to write it right. With your help and that of others I believe I can.
Before this site I had never even considered rhythm and meter, heard of it once or twice but that was about it. Now I am beginning (with your help) to understand the value and appreciation of getting it right. This may take some time as my learning skills resembles that of osmosis.
As for the 1st edit, "Would you believe?", the damn cat got on the keyboard and revised my revisions. (a good one for "The Pig's Arse") so I went on with the 2nd edit. If you wish I will retrieve the 1st as soon as the cat is available. In the mean time, here is the 2nd edit.

Are dangers ever real?
evil whispers passed along;
the doubt of nonbelievers,
now everyone is wrong
and evil becomes a myth.
a lie, the deceiver.

where does this beast reside?
words of denial passed along;
the third row, someone said,
where the choir sings their song,
"deliver us from this evil".
no saint in Meth's bed.

Why was there no warning?
words of truth passed along;
that reflection in the mirror,
the ravaged face did not belong.
a hopeless situation,
Grim Reaper drawing near.

Where was this beast last seen?
words of alarm passed along;
north,west, south and east
taking down weak and strong
with the claws of addiction.
mutilated bodies, for his feast.