The Beautiful Beast
Through the death of night I went
Seeking no more then fun and friends
The moon's and stars' cool eyes forgotten,
When the beautiful beast came upon me
It's cruel gaze, it's demonic howl
It's tainted light embracing me
Enchanting me, charming me
Closer and closer it came
I knew it was death on arrival.
When the beautiful beast had found me,
How could I have fought?
How could I have run?
Trying to outstare the floodlights
Nov-24-04
-Pilgrim
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