My Beast

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.

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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.