"The Immutability and Necessity of Changes/Seasons."

  The Beast had Quieted within Him...

Although, for a while it had been
manifest through cries and oratory
roars
Via spoken words that revealed what
was within His Tormented and always
musing Soul

Never was it at Rest, because in these
perilous times there was much cause
for Distress and forethought into the
evils of the Days...

And, how to Ward them off and Dispel
the Harm that they Desire to Inflict upon
men

No one is Immune and every Soul will
either Succumb or be Imosed upon by
their Inclinations that they long to Flood
the World with, leaving it Leveled and
Strewn about, to its undoing: as is soon,
as is a woman in Her time, to be Due

And, that which is coming into Fruition
whilst still Hidden, will Appear and shew
itself, Living and True

And, thus did the Beast within become
once again Quiet and upon things Muse;
because, just like everything that Exists
has a Season that they go through...

And, within this Season changes occur
and old skin is Shed and Thorns and Dead
foliage is Pruned
All things will pay Homage to the Sun and
to the Moon