The ***** creeps into the room,
On silent, tiny paws.
Her fur a mellow chestnut,
Her eyes a silky fawn.

Her charming looks encapture
All who turn and stare.
And yet they don't realise
She's caught them in her snare

She smiles a caring smile,
Her eyes glow in the light.
And yet nobody sees
This is all an act.

She twists and snaps and snarls
At the stumbling little cat.
"You're worthless!" She shouts.
"I hope you die!" She shouts.

She turns around, grinning
A lopsided, silly smile.
Nobody heard or saw
The beast she really is.

Oh, star born beast, will you cry at the moon? For she is your mother, who made you beautiful and perfect, and yet she left you on the dust plain. She loved you but you pulled, and pulled, and pulled away. You didn’t believe in yourself or your beauty, you gnashed your teeth into her delicate skin. Until finally she put you away, so you will learn about your worth. And finally so you will put blame on yourself. Tell me celestial beast, what do you fear? Change or yourself?

Endless days of mental sickness
Round the clock, nothing but darkness
This beast that lives inside my brain
He’s feasting away, I’m going insane

“Your thoughts are ****”
SHUT UP!!!
“Your soul is too”
STOP!!!
“All you think and care about is you”

Will it ever get better?
Will this noise ever quit?
Somehow masking my torture
In laughter and wit

They say the wolf that you feed
Will be champion of the ring
Well, I feed this wolf my self-hatred
He eats like a king

Even now as I pour my heart onto page
All I hear is criticism
That voice, screaming with rage

I dream of the day
The wolf escapes from his cage

Over the waves from Geatland came
    A mighty band and brave,
Warriors bold who took their aim
    The Danish state to save.

Grendel, the demon-foe of Danes,
    Was soon to be outmatched;
Soon was the outcast kin of Cain's
    To wish he ne'er had hatched.

Beowulf, son of Ecgtheow,
    Who here a hero stands,
Laid sword aside and kept his vow
    To fight with but his hands.

With but his hands he dealt a death
    Unto the hellish beast
Who sacrificed both limb and breath,
    And now who lies deceased.  

For Hrothgar, son of Halfdane, king,
    Giver of rings and torques,
I sing in Heorot; so I sing
    Where now no evil lurks.  

The Lord, Almighty God himself,
    On the side of Halfdane's son,
Sent Beowulf to slay the elf;
    And so God's will was done.

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it rises in me like a quiet tide like a
rushing, swelling feeling that sets me
fit to burst that fills me up and wells out from
underneath my ribs and spills right over into
my lungs and drowns my heart in its
siren call of violence and
in this moment i find that

i cannot fight it

because in this moment, they deserve the anger
they deserve the blood

and yet, they also deserve
nothing

and so i
rage and fury and frustration that builds with the red hot taste of a million suns
that fills my gums and worms it's way under the beds of my nails, slides through my skin and twists it's way around my heart
hardening it
giving me teeth and claws and skin of iron and the courage to run run run and then i can

pounce

i will rip into their bodies with words like knives
teeth that tear and rip and shred
i will bite their bones until they break
lodge my claws deep in their lungs
pull out their hearts and i will eat them

i am hungry
so so hungry

and now these men and their hearts-of-war
their fat coin purses with strings pulled tight

they have fallen to the beast

the one that they created

raised to be their downfall

(they have eaten my own flesh, drunk the marrow from my bones and watched me eat from the palms of their hands while i bled out

and so now i will devour their bodies
feast on their meat as they did on mine)

and so i will slink away into the shadows
i will draw back in my claws and teeth
hide my hard heart and shining steelskin
and put on the mask to hide my ravenous eyes

but i will be back
my hunger is never slaked, my belly never full
i will gorge on the hearts of those
who thought i would never come for them

i am the creature
i am the war
i am hunger
famine
pestilence

i
in the end
am anger

and i
am

you

Why do I feel like I belong in places I know I’m not supposed to?
In the cracks, in the rawness of reality, I sit in peace.
Such an odd disturbance I am.
It’s only among the odd, among the shadow I feel at ease to just be me.
I was not made for fancy things.
I belong in the dirt and the blood.
I’m no royal beast.
The finer things are wasted on me.
I just want to be left alone.
To not pretend
to not fit in
but to succeed in the mess I am.

Beast saw beauty, and
Everything, even the tiny turned,
Amazing, for the beast, but
Time had his own plans,
Right went wrong, roses cried petals,
It was left with a single petal, until the beauty
Caressed the lips of the beast with her own,
Ending the myth, born a fairy tale.