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Darkened Beauty

As it stands there looking at me,
I can�t help but think how beautiful,
how radiant he is.
But there is more to it than that.
Its darkened beauty lures you in
and its eyes capture your soul;
Your soul will be his to take.
He strides closer, and the dagger
upon his forehead shines clearer.
Slowly, taking his time, because he knows
I will not be able to escape.
The eyes� they are now malicious.
The teeth now grind in anticipation.
�I can feel its breath now, and
for the first time, I feel fear.
My legs are consumed with it as they shake
My heart is beating as fast as it can� until
he is close enough� he raises his majestic head,
and with a swipe� I am the color red.
It spreads across my front, it takes up my white.
I wipe at it, but that only hurts� I am speechless;
I am in pain� so I gaze up into his eyes,
his big beautiful black orbs, and I see hunger in them.
He waits for me� he waits until I die�
and when I finally fall on the ground at his hooves,
he gives one snort, and bends down.
It is then that I see the sharpened teeth, and then
� I feel them. They tear and tear.
The pain is so much� but it continues to rip.
It is when the pain begins to ebb that I realize my mistake.
The blackened beauty was mine to see,
Perhaps mine to take� but that would never happen,
because the creature before me was not meant for me.
It was meant to be free, and I got in its way;
Now I pay the price, even though I don�t want to.
The next time I live, I�ll then know the treasure
that each freed being holds in their soul.