The Sleeping Beast

As frozen in motion

As the antartic ocean

Such peaceful presence

A statue with emotion

When falling in slumber

No spirit can cumber

The sleeping Beast

The stars are numbered

The Moon found it's bed

Sleeping on a thread

Taking shape of an angelic Beast

Napping inside my head

Such beautiful machinery 

An admirable scenery

The Beast's leaden heart

So delicate, calm and eerie

Every breath is hypnotic

He is a narcotic

He is cosmos and Jehovah

His love is atomic

As if frozen in motion

My heart's highest promotion

Taking shape of an angelic Beast

To whom I pledge eternal devotion