BBQ

Come feel the heat rise,
take a drink from the water,
steal a prize.

It's a barbaque I said,
the notion left an impression,
footprints in the sand.

I cried and you never knew,
without warning it turned,
plates served hot with food.

A wave crashed and washed away what I drew,
the last plate came to me but it had no food,
something clicked in the distance and that's when I knew.

The game was up.

All that was left in the sand was a message,
the same that was written on each plate,
and from the water rose a monster that couldn't be.

I laughed at it as it came near,
I knew it would come to kill me sooner or later.

I whispered to it just befor it grabbed my arm,
"I love you"