Becoming the beast

Becoming the beast

A Poem by Death's Poet

Come here
Quickly Dear?
Oh does this sight fill you with fear?

Oh no my boy, don't you run
Bring out the beast, this will be fun
Howl at the moon and run from the sun

Aren't my claws so sharp and they shine
Lay down human skin at the werewolves shrine
Blood flowing through your veins like wine

That's it, just kneel right there
You're too enticed by power to care
That you're trading in an appearance so fair

To become a hallowed beast

© 2017 Death's Poet


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Added on June 21, 2017
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Death's Poet
Death's Poet

The Asylum I call my Mind



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Welcome to my poetic diary. I use this website to pour out my emotions and as a creative outlet. I started writing when I was very young and have been in love with it since. I struggle with a lot of d.. more..

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