I am the prey
Of those Hunters who are  on the "hunt of the strong will"
A species of heart, in-measurable value in the capture
of a rare and almost thought of non existent race
of Human Heart - the head mounted over a fireplace sill..
hung proudly, a conquest, for the weaker souls to taste, in victory, the capture of the stronger
energy in such is a challenge to track and fight
It takes the other eager hearts time spent, neglecting other's of their type for a better hunt capture, a safari that takes so much more longer
in time and expense of energies
that weakens their travels with a worn out and outdated map
to the "brighter paths to the gardens of the strong"
Will's well pours out only so much magic for the larger hearts to collect, in them, its waters.
Now they close in..he slips away...
The allusive "Strong Will Species"
such that overwhelming admiration and envy mark their hot branded burns upon their egos
with each measurement to the special adaptations to the heart of this beast
Such can fill the hunger for a well earned hunt for much empty species for energies
that makes up a banquet of a feast.
They can try with all their skills and might
for magical and more bright mystical heart's energies
can never be overtaken
they can never be tamed
With each misguided hunt to even more greed-filled envy and hunger for what this "Strong Will Entity" does hold
they fail to hunt for the well ,itself...
For feeding their thirst for energy with its waters
and feeding the hunter's need for strength with the waters of knowledge
Bleeds out energies with the wish to capture and ****
The head of such and unbeatable beast which to hang the head upon their pride's shelf.

We are just running away
or after something
if it never turns dark
from right to left
counterclockwise
the beast is still
tough and wide awake
the latitude means the world
is not in a linear desperation
to feed the temptation
of failure and destruction.

"A Monster!!! A Monster!!!" That is what they all shouted and proclaimed...

But even the wickedness of such a beauty can be tamed...

"It's Coming!!! It's Coming!!!" They screamed as they ran for shelter and protection, fearing it's flame...

But even the most fearsome indestructible beast can be put to great shame...

"Run!!! Run!! It's furry heart can never be softened nor can it's reckless body ever be contained!!!"

But even a retched immoral monster filled with corrupted plots can have a new name...

                             *We Can Be Beautiful Monsters...

I am a beautiful creature in the picture
a master of my own disguise
If you'll see who I really am, you'll be running to mountain Heiss
A **** princess in the light
But prowling every night for a prey lurking in the dark.
You are the one in my sight
You should run for your life.
I am turning to a monster
Right before your eyes
A merciless killer, this is what I've become.
My fangs and claws are hidden
I'll come to you when you least expected
And I strike.
This is what I've become since the rainy night.
I am a MONSTER.

Supported by a hook and a painful glare,
My tendons ache, digits degraded, depleted,
Yet tension pulls at me from thin air,
As my muscles and chassis sputter, defeated.
Confined to the line, confined to the chair,
Defying that which envelopes my bones,
Disconnect the mind, the eye that stares,
My domain is one of peaceful undertones.
Despite that awful horn, which blares,
I form the courage from nothing, yet defy
My own teeth, clacking in calcified pairs.
Not of fear, but of spirit I cannot rely
Upon in times of need, despite my disrepair.
The head grows weary, no longer mine to use.
Such feelings do elicit quite a scare,
Reduced, my self-agency, to not but a muse.
And, time passing, I find my mind quite bare.
A comforting truth, to say the very least.
Much preferable to the dangerous dares,
That tempt the dreaded claws of the beast.

I heard of the Great War in the east
the forests have been whispering
and I heard of the vicious, horrid beast
whose eyes left it's victims trembling
the war started with a single thrill,
as the beast appeared, so wickedly strong
as strong as a mountain, if you will
and that's when the birds started their song
the song spoke of years of blood and fear
the beast destroyed what got in it's path
but once when the sky was bright and clear
a Phoenix appeared to save them from it's wrath
it fought the beast with vigorous might
and when the beast fell and the land was safe
the Phoenix rose radiating light
which broke the darkness and life it gave

"Clouds of Thought"

The muse arrives with familiar ease
And illumines the realm of inner view.
Quietly births a soulful breeze
Forms clouds of thought in purest hue.
How lifted do I tread and plod,
Humble receptacle, servant of God.

Each mortal frame a joy contains
That soothes the soul and heart to find.
A healing balm for worldly pains
A heavenly cleft from beastly mind.
Oh, how honored do we tread and plod,
Humble receptacles, servants of God.

I think that someone is trying to **** me,
Infecting my body - destroying my mind,
Oceans alive trying to send me into the sea,
See my soul soaked in salt and brine.

Sails scream and tear under heavy weights,
Ceaseless spray drowns all mirth and hope,
Seabeast sending us into panicked and dire straits,
Swiftly forcing us to the end of our ropes.

Ship destroyed in a frenzy of hate,
Hearts alive split into the deep blue sea,
Holes in the ship welcoming the floodgates,
We all sank together - with not a one escapee.