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THE BEAST WITHIN

WHO CAN CONTROL THE BEAST WITHIN?
THE ONE WHOSE LUSTS, ARE HATE AND RAGE?
DWELLING DEEP WITHIN EACH OF US,
WAITING TO ESCAPE FROM ITS CAGE...............

A BEAST WITH LONG & RAZOR SHARP CLAWS,
WITH FANGS IN WHICH TO SHRED THE SOUL.
DEPTH LESS EYES, EYES THAT BURN RED AND HOT.
DESTRUCTION BEING ITS ONLY GOAL................

COVERED IN HAIR THAT'S WHITE AS SNOW,
FROM ITS FEEDING ON PAIN AND TORMENT.
WITH A SOUL AS BLACK AS HELL'S ABYSS,
UNABLE TO BRING ITS SELF TO REPENT............

DEVOURING ALL THAT'S WITHIN ITS PATH,
ALWAYS CRYING OUT FOR MORE.
WANTING ALL MY ABANDONED DREAMS,
AND HEARTS SO TENDER AND SORE..........

A LOVE THAT'S TRUE CAN BUILD A CAGE,
KEEPING THE HORRID BEAST ENSNARED.
WITH DEVOTION FORMING BARS OF STEEL,
AND A LOCK MADE UP OF LOVE AND CARE..........

THOSE WHO CAN BE OF ANY HELP,
ARE UNABLE OR EVEN UNWILLING
IT'S HARD TO FIND A LOVE SO PURE,
AND THEN TO BE SO FULFILLING..........

YOUR ONLY RECOURSE LIES,
IN SHUTTING OFF EMOTIONS.
STARVING OUT THE ANGRY BEAST,
AND QUIETING ALL COMMOTION...........

BUT LIKE SO MUCH IN LIFE,
SHUTTING DOWN IS HARD TO DO.
FEED THE BEAST OR SHUN EMOTION.
THE DECISION IS UP TO YOU...........

WITH NO EMOTIONS GUIDING  ME,
KEEPING ALL MY PATHS SO TRUE.
I WOULD HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED,
THIS LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU...........

SO BUILD ME A CAGE OF PUREST GOLD,
TO LOCK AWAY MY BEAST,
SO THAT WE MAY SPEND A LIFETIME,
ENJOYING LIFE'S GREATEST FEAST........

OR LEAVE ME TO MY OWN DEVICES,
AND GO ON WITH YOUR LIFE.
EITHER WAY THE BEAST WILL BE CAGED,
BECAUSE I HAVE TO SURVIVE..........

By Cristina
 
 

Footnote by Samantha

Those red burning eyes
The sharp drooling fangs
Those sharp claws that dig deep into soft pale flesh
The white fur {though in the dark light it is hard to distinguish}

The damsel, so beautiful, so soft and demure
yet such darkness in her soul,
Can this truely be you my darling Christina?

But fear not for my damsel is safe,  for if love can truly be the weapon to save her from the clutches of the beast hidden within her dark soul, then she hath that in the arms of another creature, equally as sweet, one who loves her dearly.

And this love shines like a beacon of hope, taking the form
of a glistening sword with which she hath the power
to slay the beast at will.

Reach for the light Cristina, grasp the love with both hands,
and all will be well
 

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