It isn't there for you to see / until such time as it can cause / the most despair. Intractably / it tears and climbs with unseen claws. / The change is clear - your hairs begin / to stick out straight with it around, / its presence near. A warning thin; / don't hesitate. Flee underground. / Great swathes of it are stripped away / as black. Before a cloth of night / you'll soon admit that in the day / you fear, but more without a light. / The poem's conceit: my self-esteem / is like a tiger whereupon / I'd hate to meet it in a dream. / Like a tiger: nearly gone.

-- ansi by nitnatsnoc, lit by cthulu.  click here for the original ansi released in Avenge #12, January 1999 --