The Beast


  • Allegory

    The Beast

    He comes, in total disquiet
    Steals your soul with extreme cruelty
    The Beast has arrived, no doubt.

    He hurts, inflicts pain with ardor
    Yet he seems unfazed by what he has done
    The Beast is here, no doubt.

    He leaves, quietly like a thief
    Devilish intentions done
    The Beast is gone, no doubt.

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    DeepEclipse commented on The Beast


    Easier to get someone else to do the dirt. Like a puppetmaster. Manipulate and they take the fall. Ah this poem reminds me how th shroud is so thick. And fear damn near rules everything. Enjoyed the read.

    Ramelle commented on The Beast


    short and crisp. i think we share a lot in common.

    Hampton commented on The Beast


    An interesting and intriguing write. I look forward to more from you in the near furure.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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