Beasty

 
conjure the beasty
and you will see me smiling in the wee storm of the moment
overcome with a feeling I lament
my pride will shudder and my soul will grip
breathing into you my hatred of life and it's entanglements

my love will ignite and you will burn from the loss of me
candlelit horror grieves the most stalwart of persons
time will evow returning to the dark I won't cower
my demons will rise or fall as the case may be
it was an honor and pleasure to serve with you

silently expanding your reach
please yourselves on my sorrow
I weep not for myself
but for your misunderstood value

singing to the universes
passionate beings, sardonic at times but very tender
protective of each other
my sanctuary when someone of wayward intent advances
you stand at attention, then get in formation

the wind blows slightly
when in turmoil it gusts mightly
my heart glances at the world
then sighs within, before my departure