The Jackal

The Jackal known as Reality dwells hopelessly within
Eagerly waiting to devour dead fantasies.
Teeth honed upon sharp truths, it warily waits
Grinning to itself complacently,
With its knowledge of futile fantasy forgotten

Springing suddenly upon its victim with its shrieking
Cries of venomous Reality
Tear-flecked fantasy dripping silently down those harsh white
Teeth of truth
Its voracious appetite never to be sated until
All fantasy is dead
And gray reality reigns upon the many ruined lives.