Quietly
into shadow he fades,
a demon
creature lingering in hatred,
anger
burning in waterfalls through his soul,
streaming
through the blood that stains his bed.
He
watches the night and barks at the moon,
a set of
fangs protruding through a human bite,
barely a
whisper from howling at those passing by
trembling
at the ferocity of his awesome might.
His
muscles bulge and jaws clench,
taking
the form of a vampire in sudden heat,
craving
death between his hands along with a knife,
so the
wrong of human society he may beat.
Poor
unfortunate soul, this beast,
grinding
his excessive nails into his own skin,
without
hope of a future ahead, no acceptance,
never a
love to hold, nor the laughter of his kin.
Bearing
the frustration burning inside,
he
shadows the steps of those around,
watching
the rays of sunlight stroke their faces
as his
own cheeks catch the dust from the ground.
Each
speck of dirt sticks to the stream of his tears,
a sorrow
exposed from the monster he claims to be,
confusing
the hearts of the folk who know
he
cannot cry, or at least they don't see.
Who
asked the werewolf lurking in the forest
why he
growls and hungers to kill,
never
passing a thought he may be alone,
too weak
to do otherwise, to fight this harsh will?
Why be
so afraid of a boy in his room
hulking
in the darkest corner to find some peace,
brows
furrowed, but if you'd touch your hand to his chest,
you'd
know he has a heart yearning for release.
He may
not walk the same strides you take
or voice
the same thoughts you conceive,
but such
a brilliant mind of consideration does he possess,
something
he is bursting to relieve.
Recall
the tale of the beauty and beast,
and
remember it was false judgment that provoked terror
of the
beast to roar into the foreboding halls,
but
Beauty saw through the threats and misunderstood horror.
She the
took time to care when others would not,
to
challenge the fear warning her to back away,
but
something in the beast's gaze and how he risked his life
to save
her from the ravenous wolves, convinced her to stay.
Know the
fool before you title him,
long
before you draw the whips of your words and fists,
for in
the end he is one of you
learning
deep pain, thinking no one realizes he exists.
An outer
shell of malcontent,
an inner
course of dreams wandering far
to a
place where hopes are banished to fate
where no
one would know whose they were and what they are.
--
Lone
wolf whimpering with a broken heart,
do not
despair for the years that have flown,
the moon
will forever rise to comfort your sleep,
as the
angels lie beside you- you are never alone.
Close
your eyes now and set your mind to rest,
and I
will think of you with the deepest love,
because
in my life I have met your wounds
and know
for your strength you will reign above.
Let your
dreams be peaceful and dwell in joy,
and if
you wake in nightmare to cry,
I will
hold you in my arms, let them say what they will,
and
question what I've done and why.
For I
know the wonder you are,
the
truth of your darkened face and charcoal eyes,
the
sweetness that brings your sadness glory,
if only
the world knew your every remarkable surprise.
But they
are cruel, their cliques and fake realities,
and I
see how their bitter stares mock your smile,
and so I
will kiss your lips to prevent the frown,
confessing
the affection I've hidden awhile.
Long
I've wished to know your face,
to show
the world they are horribly blind
since
they cannot see the happiness you bring
in the
embrace of your heart and caress of your mind.
Worry no
more as you slip into the shadow,
silent
beast gliding swiftly, forever wondering,
for I
will walk in the night beside you,
listening
to your rough voice and kind soul sing.
Don't
think you are ever unworthy;
you are
as handsome as Prince Charming could be-
oh,
gentle beast, glance into the mirror,
and I
will show you all I see.
Goodnight
to your very weary body
as you
slumber heavily free of the anger inside,
and I
will watch over you, you are safe;
you
never have to run again or think to hide.
Sweet
dreams- hear my lullaby fade,
the
hopes you believed torn are now pieced,
the
morning awaits you, let them say what they will,
but you
will shine, my perfect beast.